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Moving Out

Some say moving out is a rite of passage for an adult. I say it depends on what kind of relationship you have with your parents.

Last week I moved away from home ( and by home, I mean my parents). Now I know what you’re thinking ” wait! how old are you? shouldn’t you have moved out like, way way way back when?”.

To that I respond – Nope!

I love living with people. I like that you come home to people who want to see you. I like the team work involved in creating a home. Budgeting, meal planning, sharing space, learning how to respect other, helping, and being a part of a team that creates… well, a family. That’s how it is in my family.

My mom and dad treat me like an adult. An individual, that does not agree with them on everything, but has their respect and confidence. It worked for us, but now I am on this adventure. I have no idea where God is taking me right now, but I am ready for his guiding hand to steer me in whatever direction he wants.

I just accepted a position in Carmel, CA ( I know, I know it’s a hard life living on the coast), and for the first time in my life, I will not be living with my parents. Which is kind of sad and exciting all at the same time.

It’s not like I’m alone here, in fact, I was born and raised on the Monterey Bay, and have hordes of family members around.

It will be different learning this new waltz, but like most new things, it’s worth the experience.

So here I come hometown! I am ready to church hop, and find a new place of worship and fellowship.

Let the adventure begin roomies!

Music and Lyrics

Have I ever told you that I am a musician? Probably not. But I love music. It soothes my soul, and allows me to express things in a way the releases pent up emotions, and lets me to tell a story ( which feeds the writer in me as well). Also, it’s basically in the blood. I grew up in a family that LOVES music. Mom sings, and dad sings and plays guitar. They were music ministers, and in my humble opinion, they were great at it.


I write lyrics, I sing, and I play the guitar.


I wanted nothing to do with playing music as a child. Sure I took piano for years (didn’t learn a darn thing), and I started playing guitar at thirteen. Way more into guitar. I’m a stringed instrument girl, but performing on a stage? That was my parents thing – not mine.


Right after collage I started writing music ( don’t worry this article is not my declaration that I am now going to leave all I know behind and become a rock star). I have always been a writer, but somehow never thought about writing lyrics until I was older.

When I first started writing songs I told no one. You know, coming from a musically inclined family makes you a bit more, shall we say – cautious.

Don’t get me wrong, I never feared my parents rejection or criticism of my work. What I didn’t want was the obligatory parental ” that was just great honey”.

Thank goodness that’s not what happened.

My parents hopped right in and started helping me with transitions, and lets me bounce ideas off them.

I still hate to perform. You will never find me on a stage unless I am being blackmailed. I lack the charisma, talent, and drive of a true performer.

I don’t suck, but you know, I’m just ok.

But music calms my heart, quiets my mind, and sweeps away the clutter that seems to gather throughout the week. This is how I meditate.

I do spend a lot of time in the Word, but I find that if I start with music, I am able to hear the word of God more clearly.

In this crazy world I would encourage all who read this to find something that lessens the weekly burdens. Something that is simple, joyful, and perhaps a bit fun.

Heck, maybe someday I will record something and post it here, and I’ll let you be the judge.

We shall see.

Have a happy week folks. Now on to new adventures, and a week on new experiences.



I consider my childhood pretty magical ( not just because I was practically raised at Disneyland) because when I remember back, all my memories include my parents; And for me, I associate them with security and unconditional love.

Every good memory I have includes them, and I don’t remember a lot from my childhood. I just remember them being there.

I am well aware that not every child has what I was given – two parents who wanted to be around me ( and still do surprisingly. I have not driven them away yet).

I look back at picture of extravagant birthday parties my mom put on, and I have no memory of them. I see pictures of kids that I knew as a child, and for the life of me I cannot remember a single instance I was in their company ( except for you Betsy Boo and Elizabeth too).

Don’t get me wrong, every action on their part contributed to the bond my parents created with me. Even though I do not remember all the great things they did for me, those moments added up. Creating a foundation of mutual respect and love.

No, that does not mean we always see eye to eye, or that my beliefs are identical to theirs ( but frankly, we are not that far apart).

To this day, if you blindfolded me in a large room and lined the walls with parents, I know I could pick mine out just by their scent.

They are engrained in every comforting memory I have.

They believed in me even when I lacked faith in myself.

They allowed me to fall ( never gracefully, I am not capable of falling gracefully literally or metaphorically ) and pick myself up again.

Indulged my crazy dreams that didn’t always turn out as planned.

They taught me how to fight well,

Love well,

How to apologize,

And to appreciate the time we have with the people we love.

I was reminded, yet again, this weekend how fragile life is, and how important it is to spend as much time as you can with the people you love.

I am still trying to find my tribe, but what I do know is that any tribe I am a part of will include, what I lovingly refer to as, my bad ass back up army ( you know who you are) which includes my mom and dad.

I need to make some big decisions soon, and I am truly grateful to Lord above to have them as a sounding board and for their wise counsel.


I go before The Wise Counselor and  my family to ask for direction and clarity – where do you go?

Happy Birthday Disneyland

Gosh it’s already the 60th Anniversary of Disneyland. This day brings to mind Disneyland’s 50th anniversary which I was privileged to be able to attend.

My parents and I were in line bright and early that day ( 3am to be precise), not something they really wanted to do, but let’s just say I am very convincing. We stood there for hours while they shuffled us from one part of the quad to the next then on to DCA. While we were in line, we met a man that spent at least an hour trying to convince us he was there “just for the kids”, but frankly they looked sleepy, and he looked like a giddy 5 year old.

One of the things that made this trip special was it was a surprise for my dad. He turned 50 a month before, and he had no idea we were going to be at Disneyland to celebrate the day it opened 50 years ago.

But the best part of the trip was when they finally let us in the park. Cast members handed out Mickey ears, and classic Disney music was playing on the air. As we rounded the corner under the train, all of the sudden we noticed Main Street USA was lined with Cast members shaking our hand and welcoming us home.

I will never forget that day, and I wish we could have been there today to join in the celebration.

Alas, it was not to be.

Happy Birthday Disneyland. You look good for sixty.

Most of my favorite childhood memories involve you in some capacity or another.

I hope to see you soon old friend, I hope to see you soon.

But until then I’ll ” keep moving forward” and leave you with these words.

“To all who come to this happy place: Welcome. Disneyland is your land. Here age relives fond memories of the past, and here youth may savor the challenge and promise of the future. Disneyland is dedicated to the ideals, the dreams, and the hard facts that have created America; with the hope that it will be a source of joy and inspiration to all the world.”

– Walt Disney, July 17 1955