My Improv Suit: It’s All in the Making
I’m out of my league. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never done this before. I could fail. My inner critic lobs these reminders… Read More »My Improv Suit: It’s All in the Making
Coach Life
Carrying the Conundrum: why it’s hard to be human
I was puzzled. A long line at the post office and then the sight of my package being thrown into a bin with all the… Read More »Carrying the Conundrum: why it’s hard to be human
Five Lessons in Lunching: I learned from the best (dishes)
I have one cabinet full of dishes I’ve collected and don’t often use. Recently, the pieces invited me to explore; the loudest voice coming from… Read More »Five Lessons in Lunching: I learned from the best (dishes)
Tears and Fear: six episodes of truth
For months I’ve wanted to write about the transformational potential of showing our truth to others, and about my intention to create the invitation for… Read More »Tears and Fear: six episodes of truth
Three, Four, Shut the Door
I’ve been wondering how to mark the end of my gap year—time off that certainly did not go as planned. (I’ve written about that, actually… Read More »Three, Four, Shut the Door
Making Way
I’ve had some interesting jobs and have learned a lot in doing them. I’ve held central roles in building things (workflows, events, content, and strategies);… Read More »Making Way
Do You Believe?
Magic has been occupying my mind. It started with hearing this interview of Katherine May. At one point, the author was talking about meeting Philip… Read More »Do You Believe?
It All Takes Practice(s)
I’m looking at the smallest twigs of a bush holding baseballed clumps of snow and looking into tall pines, boughs draped white, standing in a… Read More »It All Takes Practice(s)
Moving Snow/Uncovering the Path
My mind wanders as I shovel. Among the problems I am churning today is the messaging on my website. The words “enlivening resilience through change”… Read More »Moving Snow/Uncovering the Path
For All That Has Fallen Away
I was fine in the morning, but not in the afternoon. He put the tarp over his canoe. When I saw that, my lips pressed… Read More »For All That Has Fallen Away
The Year of “Re”
I won’t forget sort of hugging Becky. It was morning in the lobby of the Barre Opera House, the daylong Poetry Out Loud competition was… Read More »The Year of “Re”
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