Flew home to Los Angeles this week. The airports are definitely back. Flight was packed. I think we are all antsy and want to travel. Chose to sit in first class because I am still a germaphobe and want my own space. Noticed a guy in the gate area before we boarded that seemed to know everyone. He spoke to strangers and friends in the same manner. By the time we made it on the flight I knew I would be sitting next to him. It is just how my life works.

Sure enough, he sat down next to me. Within 2 hours I had made a new bff. He is a defense attorney in Seattle mostly working with DUI cases. He talked me into ordering doubles. I have been looking to find an estate attorney and haven’t had any luck. He was able to give me a recommendation. I am still surprised by how often random encounters bring me what I have been asking for from the universe.

It’s funny how sometimes it is easier to talk to a stranger as opposed to someone you know well. I didn’t feel any need to impress him, to coddle him or to be anything but me. We talked about music, cooking and family and friends. It was lovely. By the end of the flight we had exchanged information. And three other folks had introduced themselves to me and given me their information.

Have you ever noticed that the more you are enjoying yourself, the more other people want to join? This happens to me on a regular basis. I am at a party, a restaurant or plane having a great conversation and the next thing you know someone else leans in. I love when that happens. It doesn’t happen now as often as it did before our electronics were so portable. People are much more in their own world now but I highly recommend having that conversation with a person instead of your computer, phone or tablet. You never know who you are going to meet. Plus after this past year aren’t we all in need of a bit more human contact.

*Foot Note: We discussed the New York Times cooking app, if you have not seen it I highly recommend. Recipes were easy and amazing.


It’s been a while since I have written. Twenty-twenty was a year that was made for writers, especially me. I was paid to stay home with plenty of time on my hands. More than I have ever had in my adult life. It was time for me to start doing things I never had time for before. It was the perfect time to write.

Instead, I decided to do diamond art. What is diamond art? It is color by numbers with teeny, tiny, jewel pieces. It was annoying, aggravating and slightly satisfying when I finished. I have absolutely no desire to ever do it again. Then I decided to learn how to make pretzels. I love getting a pretzel at the mall. Since none of us were going to the mall it was a perfect time to make them at home. And Wetzels Pretzels had a kit. Just add water. It was delicious. It was easy. It was slightly satisfying but way too instant. It was one night and I didn’t really learn a new skill. It was like making those cookies from the pre-made dough. Good for a moment but not as good as homemade. So I stepped my game up. I learned how to make Chicken Adobo. I do not think I ever even had Filipino food other than when I was in the Philippines. I am lucky enough to have a friend who is not only Filipino but is also an amazing cook and she agreed to teach me over zoom. And it was great. It was not too easy but it was also not too hard. Plus the dish was delicious. I have now made it several times and am looking forward to making it for friends when I finally can. Unfortunately, it was once again fleeting.

So I took up crocheting. Crocheting was simple. (God bless good friends and YouTube.) While frustrating at first, it was easy to master, took a bit of time and had results. I made a huge blanket for my bed. Then I made one for a friend and one for my sister. I can do it while watching TV or talking on the phone. It is a great meditation for me. It is also a massive distraction.

Which I think is the common thread with all of the “things”. They were all time-sucks, preventing me from taking the time do the thing I said I wanted to do. Why wasn’t I writing? I had the time. My bills were paid. I had the computer. I had things to say. And yet I didn’t really want to take the time to say them. To write them down for others to read. There is an old saying that says the more you have to do the more you do. Maybe that was my issue. I had too much time. I would constantly say – I’ll do it tomorrow. The problem with that is that today is the tomorrow of the day I didn’t do what I said I was going to do yesterday. And that is the circle of my 2020. That being said, I am in Seattle. I have the time. It is time for me to make a new practice. Daily writing. I hope that some of you who are reading this right now will come back daily to catch up with me and what is going on. I hope that you will engage with me and tell me what you think. But even if you don’t, if no one does, I am going to write daily because I have the time and I am tired of wasting it.

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