Shelby has perfected the art of looking both completely relaxed and mildly judgmental.
Apparently this is the avian equivalent of lying directly under the ceiling fan.
Baking is just screenwriting with butter. Sometimes the first draft needs another character. In this case, dark chocolate chips.
Monday’s a little more manageable when your first meeting is with someone who’s just excited you exist.
Some mornings don’t ask for your attention. They quietly earn it.
It’s amazing how much potential an afternoon has after the first sip.
Every morning begins with an important meeting I didn’t schedule.
Every rescue has two birthdays: the day they were born… and the day someone gave them a chance. Happy Birthday to Shelby, who turned our “temporary foster” into one of the best decisions we’ve ever made. ❤️
A friend just found one of my old monthly mix CDs. Before Spotify, I spent hours curating songs, obsessing over the track order, and mailing these to friends. Looking back, they were less playlists than little stories. 🎵💿
Today’s heat index is, apparently: “find a bush and don’t ask questions.”
Mocha has entered low-power mode. Please place all requests after solar charging is complete.
Some Saturdays ask for adventure. Others ask for one excellent martini.
Proof that not every reminder to slow down comes from a meditation app.
Merry Christmas in July. 🎄 This December will mark the 10th anniversary of A Heavenly Christmas—a movie I wrote from the bottom of my heart. Still so proud of this one. If you’ve never seen it (or it’s been a while), I hope you’ll give it a watch if you’re celebrating a little Christmas this July. ❤️
Somewhere between 1955 and 1985, Mocha became emotionally invested.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be trying to achieve this level of unbothered.
“We ride at dawn.” “…after Steve checks the dumpster.”
Tennessee: “It’s just a little humidity.” Mocha: “Tell my story.”
Filming wraps on my latest movie today, and I just finalized the deal on my next thriller pitch. The greatest gift isn’t reaching the milestone—it’s the privilege of getting to keep creating. Whatever your dream is: keep creating, keep learning, and keep showing up. Cheers! 🥂
We spend so much time rushing from one thing to the next. Last Saturday, Jason and I spent a few quiet hours simply listening for birds at Radnor Lake. We came home with wonderful memories… and this beautiful illustration from one of the attendees. A gift I’ll treasure. ❤️
