Stupid Toothpick

We got home from the Powder House on Saturday. Like I wrote in my blog, it was a quiet holiday. I told Al when we left that I felt like all I did was drink and cook, which isn’t a bad thing, necessarily, but not conducive to productivity. I did manage to pull it out...

A Quiet Thanksgiving

For us, Like many others across the US, Thanksgiving was a quiet affair. Just my mom, hubby and doggy. I woke up before everyone else and did some early morning research. It’s a tradition for us to give money to a Native American organization on Thanksgiving and I...

Running Away

Sometimes running away is the best way to find yourself. The stress of (gestures wildly) everything has brought me right up to the edge of the abyss. There’s such an onslaught of happenings that I’ve had no time to process any of it—not the good, the bad or the ugly....

It’s Just Another Covid Weekend

Remember my lovely weekend last weekend, filled with baking and joy and rest? Remember the birthday cake I made for my son that he stopped by to pick up along with a loaf of bread and his gift? He stayed for an hour and we had a nice cozy chat, the way that moms and...

Shame, Joy and Wyatt Earp

The organization I work for has engaged a human resources coach to help its admin and leaders understand how their own emotional responses affect their collaboration as a team. This is an ongoing year-long session that includes both private and small group coaching....