3:36 a.m. This morning, I rolled over, finally looked at my watch and called it a sleep. An hour later, I got up to “work on” a few articles that I am excited and terrified to write. Today, I no longer see that conundrum of “excited and terrified” as noble or a mark of anything, … More Leaving
This morning Dave drove to the swimming hole. We were the 2nd and 3rd ones in the pool and it got crowded quickly. We swam, the headache that has been dogging me for the last 24-hours dissipated, and we both got into the chilly car with wet hair and gratitude. So much to be thankful … More On the way home
December 17, 2020. Yuletide. It’s gonna look a little different this year. Frank is crooning about having yourself a merry little Christmas. Yourself. Merry. Little Christmas.How prescient. Countries and more separate the kids and I. COVID barged in to make a place for itself at the table and has insistently reset both the table and … More A little different this year
Lately, the notion of writing – that singular vulnerability – has kept my pencils sharpened and papers clean – unused. Too many folks are wrestling to breathe and pay their mortgage. Too many exhausted teachers and delivery drivers and doctors and nurses and CNAs cleaning up the fallout of a “hoax” unnecessarily killing hundreds of thousands … More Little lights in the dark
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.
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?
If you are always looking, you’re not seeing. Or something like that. I am sitting on the stoop of the Hobbit House with my bunny slippers, wonder dog, coffee and face pointed to the morning sun. I can see the leaves – orange-speckling – across the parking lot as the sun rises. The birds are … More If you are always looking …
Yesterday, Izzy and I spring cleaned the Hobbit House. Then we aired ourselves out along a newly congested trail before returning home for a date with the neighbor kids. If you’ve ever lived in a college town apartment, you know that you’ll meet a parade of neighbors. More so during a pandemic. The guys across … More Homeschool
This morning I did not yoga. The pup and I did a quickish jaunt about the block after I washed the dishes, set them to dry and tossed a pork loin into the crock pot. In the middle of all of it I spilled something, lost something (how in this tiny apartment?) and reached out … More Why the rush?
Remember Portlandia? Portlandia is Fred Armisen and Carrie Brownstein’s cheeky comedy series centered around the people of Portland, Oregon; the people you’d expect to meet in that great northwest brew town that embraces its quirkyness. Thanks to my friend, Johanna, I first encountered Portlandia through their, Put a Bird On It sketch where “put on … More Put a light on it