Everyone was a tortured teen at some time; a teen who felt like the world was against you, especially your parents. Here’s a story from one of America’s greatest storytellers, the Boss Bruce Springsteen, about his struggle with his father, a motorcycle accident, losing his friends to the Vietnam War, and eventually reconciliation. It’s heartwarming and perfect on a Tuesday night. Grab a few quite moments and take a listen…

Not to mention this was the first song I learned to play on the harmonica, my favorite live album as an adult and my first ever concert. Thanks for joining me for storytime 🙂


Over the weekend I got to go back to Riverside and visit my sister Nicole. Her flag football team, The Bus Drivers, was going for their 3rd Championship in a row, and they did it! In addition to that, her job on-campus is to run all intermural sports, including flag football so she put the whole event together. When she said she wanted a fireworks show, she got it! All six of my family members, and my best friend that I haven’t seen in years were able to make it which made the event even better.

After the game I saw my sister’s apartment for the first time and it was so adorable! Some college students have cute apartments, but I’d never seen one that was this put-together, seasonal and adorable! Here’s some pictures from around the apartment.

I was scheduled to leave Saturday morning, so before we grabbed some coffee at my all-time favorite coffee shop. When I attended UCR I would go this place nearly daily. There are huge bookshelves with all kinds of goodies, a patio out back, a loft up top and a big room below with a pool table. It’s called Back to the Grind and you have to go if you’re in Downtown Riverside.


Once my sister dropped me off I got my ticket and she left, but the train tracks were under construction and a bus was scheduled to pick us up. The bus was three hours late though, so I figured I’d rather spend more time with Nicole, JP (my little bro) and her friends rather than waiting and taking a bus to a train. Right after she picked me up we found this cute little thrift store and saw a box of Christmas ornaments that were 10 for $1.00; we figured there were 50 in the box so we got the whole thing for $5.00! We counted after we got home and it was 97 ornaments. Best. Purchase. Ever.

Big thanks to Nicole and all of her wonderful roommates for letting me stay with them for the weekend.

I live in the most lovely place in the world when it comes time for Halloween. Every year the city of West Hollywood closes down its busiest street, Santa Monica Blvd./Route 66, and it fills with people in every costume imaginable. This Halloween I have been inundated with deadlines and projects so I didn’t have much of a Halloween at all. Then my friend asked if I wanted to just take a quick walk down to the festival. Nothing serious, just a little fun to see the costumes. This sounded like a welcome break from my work. I quickly chose between my referee, gypsy and Kim Kardashian costume, eventually settling on the referee. As usually, the streets were filled with people in their Halloween best, wafting smells of bacon-wrapped hot dogs and many stages with performers from your usual Emcee, to drag queen angels. If you’ve never been to this event, I highly recommend you do at some time. It is an fantastic experience and I’m beyond grateful I get to walk to it each and every year.

Happy Halloween!!

*NOTE: Not sure what the dots are in these pictures since it was a clear, semi-warm night. My best guess (and it’s a pretty good one) is glitter.

Believe it or not, I made it through 24 years without ever tailgating. My little sister Noelle goes to San Diego State University and her boyfriend is on the offensive line, which means one thing: his family really knows how to tailgate. Our whole family got together, a bit of a rarity, and had so much fun! Here’s some pics of the food and the fam.

Mr. Davis was a man who few loved, unless you really got to know him. While I wasn’t that fortunate, I was lucky enough to be given the honor to write a piece about him for He was a stubborn, hardnosed man who really enjoyed his satin track suites and chained spectacles. All this aside, he’s the man that gave us the NFL we have now.

He hired the first black and latino coaches as well as the first woman CEO in the NFL. When his wife had a heart attack, he moved into the hospital for a month to be by her side. Most of all though, he was a Raider. He was the owner and coach for over four decades and the same no-nonsense, “Just Win Baby” attitude that he carried around, he instilled in his team. The world lost a great leader and visionary this weekend. HERE’S MY PIECE on the late, very great Al Davis.

I pride myself in being somewhat of a historian in every area, including sports history. The other day I learned about a man who quickly jumped into the top 10 most interesting people I’ve ever heard about: Rosey Grier.

Grier was one of the “fearsome foursome” of the Los Angeles Rams, which means he was one of the biggest guys on the team. Grier was the great-grandson of slaves in the south, and was named after the president Franklin Delano Roosevelt. His presidential connection would prove to be ironic later in life. He would be the one who wrestled the gun out of Sirhan Sirhan’s hand, the man who assassinated Robert Kennedy.

While playing football, the 6’5 300lb Grier was known to be a beast, but once he got off the gridiron, it was a different story.

To curb his fear of flying, Grier picked up a hobby that would keep him preoccupied: needlepoint. On January 1, 1973 he released “Rosey Grier’s Needlepoint for Men” thereby making it okay for the hypermasculine to sit down and needlepoint a picture of themselves on a pillow case.

Today Grier happily resides in San Diego, CA.