March 2019 What I learned after spending 30 days traveling around the southwestern US in our 1987 VW Westfalia Vanagon during my self-imposed soul sabbatical. The importance of old friends. Those that know you very well. Zero pretense. A fuckload about the myth of some idealized hippie version of #vanlife that I…

April 2019 A friend’s recent article on workplace bullying has been percolating in my mind since reading it, and I had somewhat of a revelation this morning sipping my post-percolated coffee. …

June 2018 After yet another networking coffee date this morning, after a long short week of dealing with yet another female bully, after all the recent press, the years of feeling marginalized, unrecognized for my talents, blah, blah…. well after all that, I realized it’s like peeling back layers of a rotten…

October 27, 2019 In response to the news of the sexist Ernst & Young leadership training reported by Emily Friedlander Peck of HuffPost last week, I’ve created an antidote by replacing each “feminine” trait on their absurd scorecard with qualities that tend to make women naturally strong leaders. Original article: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/women-ernst-young-how-to-dress-act-around-men_n_5da721eee4b002e33e78606a

I heard her sing in the wee hours in May of 2019, and it was strikingly beautiful.* It hit me yesterday that she’s related to Amya, another mysterious sea creature I half-waking dreamt about in June of 2021, who spoke her name to me in a non-human voice. “I am mother. I am (ya) you. You are mother.” You are your own mother. Mother earth, mother sea. I am wave-like. I’m still figuring out what the siren was saysinging.

April 2022 create from the ashes ashes aren’t nothing: decompose, de-form, re-form. not circular — spiral.

June 2021 Sometimes solitude doesn’t feel as good as swimming in summer. there are still deadlines and dogs. sometimes it looks like finally facing all your fears, fuckups, and consequences of your fearlessness. sometimes it looks like the spiral of evolvement, like Seddy walking in smaller and smaller circles at night, so that she can finally pee, in the second smallest circle. Actual, real-big-change is like those circles Seddy makes. sometimes solitude is sad. and ugly. and feeling ugly. and sick. and wondering if you suck at solitude. the second night of solitude is not the selfcare daydream of feel-good-in-your-soulness. but it is a start.