Pre-gaming my election day goals. Vote. #SelfiesWithRBG#SelfiesWithRuth #RBG #RBGinMHK #Vote
Izzy and I moseyed by the bungalow where the kids grew up, today. It’s for sale and empty so I looked in the backyard and found this nostalgic nugget. Cue the heartsquench of missing them and their families. One thing I noticed that gives me real pride-gratitude: All of the trees and bushes I planted … More Long-term gains
This year has been like going through a terror tunnel in the dark – couched in four years of a wealthy white pussy-grabbing cruel gaslighting buffoon being protected and promoted to president while unabashedly stirring hatred and violence like in “the good old days,” which is a storyline many of us have long been all … More Haunted house or magic tunnel?
I – like many of us – have just witnessed the first debate among two men who want to be named president of the United States in five weeks and a moderator who deserves a quiet walk in the park and a beer. Or a taser. Nobody won. No one American won from that display. … More Oh hell: Thoughts about a country
Written with permission. Two weeks ago I bought a house. A home. A cottage where I could cartwheel from one end to the other in three “wheels” … if there was room. It was a worth-it grueling experience of months of the most bizarre errors by the first lender and insurance company made better by … More 2020’s reframing of what matters
This weekend my COVID social bubble peeps and I sat six feet apart, yet still close enough to feel cozy. We talked, dreamed a bit, laughed, ate and watched the kids experience freedom + incendiary devices. The conversation was so delicious that we forgot about eating until I saw Chuck, the pup, standing at the … More Learning to listen.
To pack or not to pack? Izzy and I are on the stoop listening to the rain. This unknown-how-long game delay on the house closing (lender lag) and then learning there is no buy-out clause on a lease I signed in December (or lose the apt.) that won’t start until July 28, 2020, has me … More On the stoop
I am working – a privileged position. Bathed, clothed and healthy. Trying to buy a tiny home. All very privileged positions. My heart is breaking. My daughter and son grew up to launch well without the added drag of race or poverty to slow their growth. Yes, we struggled financially as we became three instead … More What I do and don’t know
Years ago and in one of the hardest transitions of my life, I read a quote that gave me courage, “No one has permission to step aside.” At the time, it was attributed to JFK, but I wrestle with finding a primary source supporting that. I do have a similar JFK quote from his May … More We cannot stand aside.
This past week, I attended a full day virtual event that navigated some of what I do at work. From 8:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., I listened and took notes of insights and trends. Yet the most important communication offered was this question, “Is this going to be helpful?” Not metrics, analytics, or even the … More Is this going to be helpful?