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.
Let's start with a light chuckle, at my expense. On Thursday, March 17 (which will remain the official post date for this post), I had a full day, starting with an early meeting in my office. I got up (in the dark, because Daylight Savings Time...), made coffee, got ready, tidied up this post, hit … Continue reading Fish where the fish are.
Three things, before we jump in: One, I accept the dire and gruesome reality of the present world situation, and I choose to keep going in my tiny, ordinary life anyway, with a promise to look for, and honor, proof of beauty, kindness, hope, and companionship. Two, my teaser post on Monday prompted a few … Continue reading How to begin with the end in mind.
First of all, in case you're curious: Yes; she actually sleeps just like that, standing up, with her head resting on me. She is ridiculous, my sweet, old (so old) brown doggie. We are ridiculous together, in this ridiculous , ridiculous year. On that note: https://vimeo.com/488363490 What creativity sometimes looks like. And yes, I did … Continue reading A few things: December 2020
I had such a funny story to share with you, and I was so pleased with myself to have a funny story to share before sharing the not-funny story that has been on my mind in recent weeks. It was all there, the funny story, in my head, in the morning, while I was making … Continue reading A few things: August 2019
This will be short, because we have work to to. It may also be obvious to you, but it wasn't for me. So here goes. I was lying in bed one night recently, catching up on the unimportant, non-depressing kinds of news, when I ran across an essay by Bobbi Brown about her decision … Continue reading Let’s get it started.
From my window, I am watching the neighbor's dog survey her kingdom. She is sitting atop a wrought-iron table, under a green canvas umbrella, watching birds and squirrels and, perhaps, a few invisible things of her own imagining. She is the picture of utter contentment. I should get up and do something, should walk or … Continue reading The splendid table.
I used to think it was just me. (I know, poor grammar. Blah, blah.) Anyway, I used to think I was the only one, the sole outlier who, even when given ample time to write a speech, etc., would do absolutely anything to avoid getting started. Surely I was the only one stupid enough to … Continue reading Please, box me in.