She is a story-teller. I spent the past hour listening to her in a roomful of strangers. She had my head resting on…
This is a story of my journey with yoga. It is long, so I plan to break it into pieces. If you have gotten past the title, bear with…
In fact, it’s perfectly normal and downright respectable.
If I counted correctly, today marks my 68th consecutive day of writing.
Words, Stories, Ideas, Connections
I read more than I write. That’s OK with me. I also listen way more than I…
Proud. Strong. Fiercely Independent. Forty-plus years of living life without another partner. By choice. Forty-plus years of making decisions without the need to extend the common courtesy of another’s opinion. Freedom to choose how she lives her life. Decisions always carefully…
Since the company I help found fully imploded six months ago, I’ve finally had a chance to talk to a lot of friends about how much work has effected them.
Yeah, I know my last piece was about this too, but hear me out.
Yesterday, midway through a family bike ride, we stumbled upon (I guess you’d call it) a crime…
I love music. When I grew up music was almost always on in our house. It wasn’t that we played instruments, we…
Good for you. I am pulling for you. If I can help, let me know.
One ill-fated career advice I have constantly heard from movies, television, and even well-meaning high school guidance counselors is “Follow your dreams” or its twin “Follow your heart”. Up to this day, I still have no idea what they mean.
English is not my first language. I love its simplicity and elegance but I wish I could make up words and phrases and still sound cool like I do with my native language.
Because I have to pay attention to my sentence structure, word choice, and…
Giving all you have
You have nothing to regret
They say that to perceive reality for just one second, most of us couldn’t take it. I look at my three kids. Are they more in touch with this reality? I’ve noticed how their excitement about this “reality” is draining for me to witness and listen to. But I suspect it’s just…
Ever have one of those days where you could *barely* drag yourself out of bed in the morning and then the universe sprinkles you with extra glitter for your coughing, hacking efforts? I am seriously grateful for today. Seeing Ronda Taylor speaking in her authenticity zone…
Some routines are beneficial — the morning ones, the evening ones, the ones that set aside time for one to accomplish X Y or Z.
I’ve stuck to a morning routine without fail for the past year or so, except for this morning when I woke up uncharacteristically early…
It was a day packed with trying to make a small dent on my “to do” list. No time to write. Not sure what to write. Going to bed to be inspired again.
Ended the day staring into a bonfire in our garden. Contemplating this crazy cruel wonderful world.
One great tip for preventing yourself from getting too stressed out or wound up by something or somebody is to simply smile.
It’s that easy.
It is hard to write freely and remain gracious. I wrote a post earlier today that I cannot share.
I’m not withholding anything from you that you would want to hear. The subject matter might work in a comedy routine, something light making fun of the situation, but not in this…