Some Days, We Are Reborn

Each year at this time, as the birds start to chirp and the cherry blossoms burst in the cool spring skyline, I am taken with the metaphor of rebirth.   For as long as I can remember, and most certainly since I was old enough to yearn for something more, this time gave me hope,... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Just AIM

Humaning is hard.  There are so many layers of humaning.  Many break your heart.  Racial and social injustice.  Inequity, systemic and otherwise.  War.  Violence.  Illness.  Pain.  Loss.  Disappointment. Then, you add in all of the societal stuff.  The messages of not enough.  From the world and internalized in our own conditioning.  Too old.  Too young. ... Continue Reading →

Some Days, You Need to Retreat

For a long time in my career, I struggled to take vacation and to truly unplug if I did.  I thrive on productivity and it always felt impossible to really step away.  I remember the first time I read about unplugging being pro-productivity.  And, pro lots of other things, including well-being.  It was such a... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Get Out Over Our Skis

I took up skiing later in life…once I was already indoctrinated in the legal school of risk aversion.  At this point, for better or worse, it is second nature for me to think through all of the things that could possibly go wrong or present challenges and develop solutions for the event that they do,... Continue Reading →

Some Days, We Have Déjà Vu

“I can’t believe we’re here again.”  The refrain resounding among friends and colleagues, round the country and the world, as the Omicron variant jolts us all into this latest phase of the pandemic we’ve been struggling to navigate for the last two years.  Right when so many felt like things were finally getting back to... Continue Reading →

Some Days, I Choose the G Word

I’m just going to be real with you.  The C word is scary.  Even with a lower-case c and a maybe, it forces a pause.  It puts things in perspective.  We spend so much time fretting about the future that we can forget it is not guaranteed.  I don’t mean for this to be grim... Continue Reading →

Some Days, I Want To Be My Cat

I can’t remember when my family’s obsession with watermarks began. All I know is that watermarks must be avoided at all costs. And so, in my parents’ house and now my own, we squeegee. We squeegee everything squeegeeable.  We all hate it and we bargain and negotiate at shower time to see who is going... Continue Reading →

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