Today's idea: Words are like clothes.
Short version? A friend invited me to escape for a little while, and I said yes. And even though (a blessedly mild case of) COVID came home with me, it was a transformative trip for which I'm eternally grateful.
As I've written before, I've been working with an executive coach for several years. Our work together and the relationship that has grown through that work, continue to bring brightness, clarity, calm, wonder, and warmth to my work at Kindred Place and more broadly in my life. It was through this work that I decided … Continue reading Something about flow.
Welcome to segment four, out of eight (nine, if you include the intro), in the short series about the creative brief, a tool that can be used to bridge a perceived gap that gets in the way of cooperative, holistic enterprise, both in business and in life. Bonus for today's post? Recipe links at the … Continue reading Here’s the deal.
I'm writing this post at my writing table, which for most of its life has been a kitchen or dining table and bears all the markings to prove it. I'm writing in one draft, so there are sure to be typos and incomplete thoughts. Under the table, a big baby of a dog, all hundred … Continue reading How to weather a storm.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, my sister lived with me in a small guesthouse in an old neighborhood in Omaha, which was pretty much as far away from everything, and everyone, else in our lives. So the two of us spent a lot of time together, when I wasn't traveling for work, … Continue reading On Saturday, we… clean?
Also, old. Because that "dumb pop song," (Robert Smith's own words) was released in 1992. That's 30 years ago. Thirty. "'Friday I'm in Love' is a dumb pop song, but it's quite excellent actually, because it's so absurd. It's so out of character - very optimistic and really out there in happy land. It's nice … Continue reading It’s Friday, I’m in love.
If you were born on a Wednesday, then the story you might tell yourself, on repeat, is that those sad, dark, dramatic feelings are your birthright. You'll never be happy. How could you be? You're the child born full of woe, as the poem goes. If only your mother had gone into labor just a … Continue reading Woden’s day.