Six months in
Okay, maybe a little more than six months, because I’ve been staring at a blank page for the last few weeks, trying to decant everything that has happened since January 1, since declaring my sabbatical...
View ArticleReminiscing on a Life of Remote Work
When Siobhan McKeown put out a call for testimonies for a new book she’s writing on remote work, I immediately raised my hand. Not that I doubted she would get an overwhelming response, but because I...
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Instagram Stories, first impressions
While I have a more in-depth article on the way addressing some thoughts and questions I’ve had lately about the ways in which social media is evolving, I wanted to jot down some first impressions...
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Congruence
It’s a word that you probably know, and yet it gives pause. It’s not an everyday word. It might make you think of mathematics, and you probably can’t recall the last time you used it in a sentence....
View ArticleThe White Room
Sometimes I imagine a big white room, large not so much for its size but for its seeming lack of limitations. The room is empty and I’m alone, looking outward into its infinite landscape of...
View ArticleThe Day I Realized I Was an Asshole
I don’t actually know what day it was. Not the date, the day of the week or the time. Shit, I honestly couldn’t tell you what year it was, but I was on the phone with the telecom company. Again. I’m...
View ArticleFierce and Free
I remember a girl who was fierce and free. A girl with an endless imagination who felt things deeply. She was fearless, despite so many things that she didn’t understand, so many adult things that she...
View ArticleThe Dread Zucchini
Zucchini quiche, zucchini bread, zucchini noodles, zucchini fries, zucchini muffins, zucchini frittata, zucchini chips, zucchini sticks, zucchini curry, zucchini au gratin, zucchini in ratatouille,...
View ArticleWhat You Want
“It sounds like you don’t know what you want.” He wasn’t wrong, but his words stung and I sat in silence holding back tears until we pulled up in front of the house. I had gone on a day trip to...
View ArticleUnbubble
When you think of a bubble, what imagery comes to mind ? Something weightless, fragile and transparent ? Or something enclosed, secure and protective? A bubble is often used to describe an area in our...
View ArticleOxygen Mask
One of my favorite metaphors for life is that part during the airline pre-flight safety demonstration when they say, “In case of cabin depressurization, an oxygen mask will drop from above.” No, not...
View ArticleLooking back and looking forward
My sabbatical year is over. A new year is here, full of promise. The final leg of my 3-year plan. The first leg of a new plan forming – the one that will concretize long-awaited change, introducing...
View ArticleTransformation
“You don’t take a photograph, you make it.” ―Ansel Adams When I was heavy into photography, what I loved most was the process. Starting with that first moment I looked through the lens, framing the...
View ArticleFeeling Human
Three years ago I set out on a path to create change. My loose deadline: August 2017. My overarching goals: take a step back to get perspective on my career (and life) to date and find my new place in...
View ArticleDrama at Yoga Camp (Part I)
“I heard there was an incident,” I lead in gently. He was calm, lying back on his bed petting the cat curled up on his side, “Yeah, she was being disrespectful, and I told her as much.” “She was really...
View ArticleThe 5-minute journal
I have had a love-hate relationship with journaling since I was little. Basically, I have always wanted to journal. It’s something I’ve always felt I should do. Yet, whenever I’ve set out to do it, one...
View ArticleDrama at Yoga Camp (Part II)
“OMG it burns!” The pain shot up through my right nostril and landed squarely an inch above my right eye. I wiped the water off my face and with only my left eye open, peered around to see what was...
View ArticleYou’ve gotta be nuts
On several occasions in the months leading up to WordCamp Europe, which was held a few short weeks ago in Paris, people approached me to say that they’d heard things weren’t going well. “Oh?” “Yeah,...
View ArticleWhat are you waiting for?
My parents collected wine for as long as I can remember. In the apartment I grew up in on Noe Street, they built a wine rack in the hall closet that could hold upwards of 80 bottles, though it was...
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I was seventeen and class was being held outside, under the tall pines at Fort Miley near Land’s End, atop sharp cliffs overlooking the ocean. We sat in the shade of those trees, their dried needles...
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