The Life Enthusiast Chronicles with Eli

Last month Jilanne Hoffman reminded us how important it is to take chances in life, to go after the thing that makes you sing. In my monthly series, The Life Enthusiast Chronicles, fantastic people share, quite simply, what makes them enthusiastic about life.

Today I have Eli Pacheco (aka Coach Daddy) from Charlotte, NC hanging out with us. Eli is a non-stop Life Enthusiast, sharing stories about parenting, sports, and life that are so down-to-earth and touching that you can’t help but love the guy.

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The Life Enthusiast Chronicles with Jilanne

Last month Eden Baylee discussed how diversity makes life meaningful and how fortunate we all are to live together in this unique world. In my monthly series, The Life Enthusiast Chronicles, lovely individuals of the world share how life inspires and energizes them.

Today I’m happy to bring you babies the fantastic Jilanne Hoffmann from San Francisco. Reading Jilanne’s blog always makes me smile, because she’s a smart cookie with a rambunctious spirit. A children’s book author, she brings a sense of play to everything she writes.

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The Life Enthusiast Chronicles with Eden

Last month Stan Mitchell revealed the importance of challenging yourself to become better each day, to embrace life as an incredible competition to win. In my monthly series, The Life Enthusiast Chronicles, beautiful people of the world share what makes them passionate about life.

Today I’m super excited to have Eden Baylee come down from Toronto, Canada. I love this gal to pieces. She’s a strong woman with a big heart, and she pulls it off with grace and charm. Besides being a terrific writer, Eden tirelessly supports other authors without a second thought. 

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#LoveWins

facebook celebrate prideYesterday was a historic day for the United States. No matter who you are or what your beliefs are, there was no escaping the celebration. Because love won.

As we were sitting at the bar last night, out on the town with so many other Portlanders, I knew I had to come back from my summer blogging break to say a little something.

Though I have always been “straight”, many of the people I have been closest too throughout my life have been “gay”.

I cherish the times I spent laughing my ass off with my awesome dancer friends backstage, kickin’ it with my wonderful boys in downtown Dallas, and dancing like mad at Pridefest with my incredible coworker.

We went through some really tough times together too. All of them had stories about their struggle for acceptance in the world—as they grew up, as they told their families, as they braved the corporate world.

Thankfully my friends made it through. But others were lost along the way to addiction and even suicide.

Their sexual preferences made absolutely no difference to me. All of them were my friends, and I’m not the type of gal that let’s a lot of people in.

I let them into my life, because they were so genuine, kind, and fun. Some of the best times of my life happened with these beautiful friends. Mr. H and I met through our “gay” friends and had our first date at a “gay” club.

When I was working at a big name retail store last year, doing that job was pretty much the last thing I wanted to do. After we moved across the country, I was job hunting like crazy and I needed to pay the bills.

Last May I had an unforgettable experience. I helped the sweetest middle-aged “lesbian” couple pick out a wedding dress.

Oregon had just passed same-sex marriage and they were in a huge rush. Though I had a blast running around the entire store with them, picking out accessories to go with the dress,  I had to ask: “Why are you in such a hurry?”

They stopped and their smiles fell. “Because we’re afraid they’re going to change their minds.”

To the gals out there, I have this to say…you don’t have to feel afraid or apart. You don’t have to wait anymore. Celebrate your love.

To the boys out there, I have this to say…you don’t have to feel afraid or apart. You don’t have to wait anymore. Celebrate your love.

britt and kyle

One of my longtime friends, Kyle, said something on Facebook that made me teary-eyed on the city sidewalk last night.

“Thanks for being an ally. But most of all, thanks for being you. Love you both! Miss u!”

I will always be an ally for people like Kyle and I will always be an ally for love. There is no space in my heart for hate, and perhaps one day there will be no space in our world for hate.

Yesterday was a historic day, a day of hope when love kicked some ass.

(I realize this is a touchy subject for some, so I ask that you refrain from commenting on this blog if you have something negative to say. Positive comments are absolutely welcome. #LoveWins )

Summer Blogging Break…Gone Chillin’

trinidad california

There are moments in life that you never want to lose. Often these moments come on us unexpectedly, and though they are small, they are exquisitely significant.

But no matter how hard you try to hang onto that moment, it fades.

Just like the sun slowly disappearing behind the sea until darkness rules, with no trace of light except for the haunting glow of the moon. It fades.

The picture you see up there was a special moment for me. It was taken on the final night of our California road trip, in a small town on the northern coast called Trinidad.

We had stayed three nights in Los Angeles, then three nights in San Francisco. We’d never heard of Trinidad before, but it was a halfway point on the coast between the Bay Area and Portland.

It was the perfect place to reset before coming home.

Trinidad is nestled inside an unfairly beautiful landscape—surrounded by the Redwood National Forest and right on the top of the California coastline.

redwood national park

A sleepy town, Trinidad had shockingly good food.

And, the best part? The hippies running the place. We ate brunch at a restaurant where they didn’t have to-go coffees. You could either buy a mason jar or bring a mug from somewhere…for real.

We were only in Trinidad for one night. Though it was cloudy, we couldn’t resist watching the sunset at the beach. It was one of those moments, the kind I didn’t want to lose.

I had just spent nine days without my laptop and I felt so free. It’s amazing how difficult it is for us to allow ourselves to disconnect anymore. When I was packing, I remember putting my laptop in my bag and taking it back out many times.

As I looked over the Pacific Ocean in this secluded spot, my eyes filled with tears. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to manage all of the things I was doing before I left. I was completely overwhelmed.

That heavy feeling stayed with me when I came home.

It took much longer than usual for me to write my blog posts, because frankly, I didn’t want to look at  my laptop. I wanted to be outside, letting my mind run free.

I eased back into work pretty painlessly, then I made a ridiculous choice to run a $0.99 book sale for Nola Fran Evie. I geared up for the promotion and so many of you lovelies shared the news like crazy.

But, the book sale totally bombed. I’m not being dramatic…it bombed.

After the first day of the sale, I came home from work and called my mom. Though I tried to act like it was a casual call, she picked up my sadness with her extraordinary mom powers.

And, then I lost my shit. Soaked my phone with my tears.

In such a calm voice, Mom said: “It sounds like somebody can use a break. Why don’t you take the summer off from blogging?”

I won’t lie to you guys. I was horrified by the suggestion. Three whole months?

Those of you who have been with me have known me to take my annual blogging and social media hiatus. I always do it when I start to consider sporting a straitjacket to restrain myself.

Last year I chopped my hair right off…

long hair chopped off

So, here I was again. A little earlier than my planned hiatus at the end of summer. I knew Mom was right, because as infuriating as it is, mom’s know shit.

Going dark for three months was a bit extreme, so I decided on a happy medium.

For the entire summer, I will not be blogging.

I need to step away from this to enjoy nature and work on my new novel. Because yes, even with my breakdown and my crappy sale, I’m still going to keep writing my book.

And, I need to get back to that moment in Trinidad, watching the sun meet the sea.

However, I will still be on social and I will still read and comment on your blogs.

Also, The Life Enthusiast Chronicles will power through the summer. I’m overjoyed to spotlight some incredible guests, who I promise will inspire you like mad.

So, if you think you’re gonna miss me, here are your options if you aren’t doing these yet…

  • Into business shit? You can read my posts at my work blog.
  • Visiting Portland this summer? Hit me up. I’ll teach you how to drink beer.

Hope you all have the most beautiful summers imaginable. Soak in the sunshine moments and be free.