Spooky season has arrived

Halloween season is upon us, and boy, is it my favorite time of year.I love everything about it. The cozy soups and stews that I constantly have going in the crockpot. The crisp edge to the weather and falling leaves. Living in hoodies.

Broken hands and loose lips

Breaking my hand in the middle of a play my freshman year of college was only half of the story.Taking Vicodin for the first time is the rest.It was Saturday, and I had to wait until Monday morning to see a surgeon about my hand.

The time I took ‘break a leg’ too literally

I have many fond memories of being on stage.There was doing the can-can during rehearsals for“Into the Woods.” Or creating the world’s most annoying laugh for the spring melodrama my senior year at Chandler High School.

Hanging out with King Joffrey

In the past, my friends have called me some sort of celebrity magnet, claiming I have run-ins more than the average person. I don’t particularly believe this. When I list them out, it’s not actually that many.

Grief is unexpressed love

Grief is a strange thing.Sometimes it’s loud. Much like the blare of a train that pulls through town in the middle of the night and wakes you from a deep sleep. Sometimes it’s soft.

The one with the holes

One spring, not long after we had moved to the country house, my dad had the grand idea to plant a forest of pine trees along our quarter-mile driveway.

A chat with Pippin Took of the Shire

I’ve interviewed a lot of people in my roughly 18 or so years in journalism. When I was in Korea, I primarily wrote entertainment and culture articles. I covered music festivals and concerts, and did profiles on a number of indie musicians both from South Korea and abroad.

The anniversary of my family

Aug. 13 has always been a special day in my family. Rather than calling it Mom and Dad’s anniversary, it’s our family anniversary.

Who you gonna call? The landlord...

For those who may not remember my column last week, I shared the humorous story of my quirky (and spook-loving) friends who were all disappointed that my house is not haunted.I may have spoken too soon.Now, this very well could be high temps and weak Command Strips.Or it could be a ghost.

My completely normal, not-haunted house

I am incredibly blessed to have the friends that I do. Mostly because we all have the same sense of dark humor and interest in the spookier things in life. Anything and everything is the start to a possible mystery and/or murder story.