I know I’m not alone.
On the one hand, I’m continually marveling at the incredible benefits of technology, particularly AI and telecommunications.
On any given day, I’ll have a Zoom meeting with a client across the country, another in Europe, while two different freelancers in other corners of the wo...
Even if I live to be 100, I don’t know if I’ll ever lose the feeling.
Specifically, that September means “back to school.”
It has been quite a while since I was enrolled in any formal academic program that had a traditional autumnal start, and yet I still feel deeply connected to this mindset.
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Sometimes the search engine fails you.
Several years ago I was hired to write a series of seven articles about Resilience.
Whenever I Googled “Resilience” for images, the overwhelming majority of them were exactly the same.
It was always either a) someone pushing a boulder up a hill or b) a t...
Monday was quite a day.
In fact, before 8 a.m., the stage was already fully set for drama.
Like 34.7% of U.S. households, I get the Post Office’s Informed Delivery service.
That means that every morning, I receive an email with scans of the exterior of all the letter-sized mail that’s on its ...
Given that the view from my writing desk is semi-bucolic, it was a particularly unusual sight.
Looking out my window beyond the road, I see a dozen or so isolated trees, then a large grove—almost a mini-forest—on a community college campus.
The road itself is lightly traveled, only becoming a di...
Years ago, with my very last private yoga client, our lessons had a unique format.
Most of my 1:1 clients were high-powered execs trying to sneak in a stretch session before the markets opened.
Yoga sessions therefore always began and ended as scheduled, with an almost military pr...
The irony is not lost on me.
This spring, after giving a well-received presentation to one division of a large corporation, a new, unexpected opportunity suddenly appeared:
The exciting possibility of speaking at a new event in July, to a much bigger audience.
Even though the offer wasn’...
This time I was (almost) prepared.
In recent postings, I’ve shared how often the handmade bag from my 90 year-old aunt gets compliments at Trader Joe’s.
Last week, when both the clerk and the bagger admired it as I checked out, not only did I tell them its origins, but also that I was ...
Part of me wants to roll my eyes… at myself.
Whenever anyone mentions Mercury going retrograde (as it did at the end of this week), I nod my head but secretly wince inside.
It seems a little too convenient to blame every technical and communication snafu on a celestial phenomenon ...
