6.049 Soul food

If I don’t have enough alone time in a day, I get irritable. Alone time means time alone and time I dictate myself. This does not necessarily mean I don’t complete tasks that are needed for the kids or household. It means I do whatever on my own accord....

6.048 A puck in the pool

I returned to my beloved writing class today after taking a season off. Like a hockey player returning to their skates after months, I felt rusty. Part of the rustiness is attributed to that time off but more so, it is likely due to my shifting my business, like a...

6.047 A new part-time

I recently learned of companies hiring for “fractional” roles – looking for someone to fill a role, often executive level, for a short period or a “fraction” of full time. It sounds fancy and modern, but “fractional” is...

6.046 What we wrote then

My friend and I have a joke that you’re not really good friends until you have multiple conversations with each other on multiple platforms – e.g., text, WhatsApp, Instagram, Facebook, LinkedIn. I think of how my writing peppers multiple planes of...

6.045 Watching a movie

I saw a movie in an actual theatre last week. It has been close to 12 years since I visited a theatre and the experience has changed quite a bit. I was expecting the folding cushioned seats with coarse fabric and sticky floors of the late 1990s movie theatres and...

6.044 A blessing and a challenge

One of my kiddos is determined. Okay, they all are determined but one is unrelenting. Once their mind is set on something, you better get on board or you’re left in the dust. As a very accommodating and flexible person, I am challenged by this approach. And yet,...

6.043 Sharing strokes of knowledge

My neighborhood text chain blew up today. We have a neighborhood fox. A big, beautiful, bushy tailed animal that freely roams through our two streets. It has been spotted multiple times over the last three weeks, sometimes even with prey! Sometimes, something happens,...

6.042 Not sorry mindset

Women over apologize. Somehow, “sorry” became our default – beyond what we say to remedy a wrong we did. It became the way to keep the peace, to defer authority to another, to placate others’ emotions. Because we are taught and expected to be...

6.041 Merging

We dance on the outskirts of who we are, wanting to but too scared to enter our center. Instead, we don masks so that we are unseen by our truth. During parts of our orbit, when the distance hits a break point, the pull overpowers our fear and draws us into its...

6.040 Handling the truth

My kids are getting bigger. An obvious, inevitable fact and yet the truth of it has taken my breath away many times over the last twelve years. Just because we know something to be indisputable does not mean it is acceptable. If I could, I would reject this truth....