The Second One

The Second One was NOT a Red Head Perhaps I remember this person from my childhood most because he taught me a valuable lesson. Maybe the reason is instead the color of his hair. I find my mind settling into his section of my memory any time I see someone with red hair. Once, when…

The Three I Remember

Over the course of our lives, we meet hundreds of people. Some we know for brief periods, while others we know for significantly longer. As I periodically wander through the long, earthen halls of my memory, I come to sections that are plastered over with pictures of certain people I used to know. Each one…

Growing Up Too Fast

This month my baby girl turned five, and we registered her for school. The only thing she seems to be able to talk about is school. I feel like this is all happening too soon. I have been going over my Facebook, reading posts I made about my children, and thinking of how small they…

Helpful Tips for the Dreaded Job Interview.

In the past six months I have been to over a dozen job interviews. I HATE job interviews! You have to look, act, talk, and walk a certain way. You have to perform for a panel of people who, quite frankly, aren’t very important in the broad scheme of things. I mean, they may be…

Those Hard Times.

When I was twenty, I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment located in the less attractive part of Mesa, Arizona. I had three pieces of furniture: a chair, a bed, and a bookshelf. All were used, second hand items that I found here and there. I was going to school, majoring in motion picture…