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So today –– after the unexpectedly MAJOR response to my email blast –– I decided to literally put my money where my mouth (or at least my newsletter) is and literally manifest its metaphor. Since I’d written about Stephen Covey’s Big Rocks, I did something I’ve thought about doing for a w...

Here was my newsletter today –- which has resulted in a ton of wonderful emails: EXACTLY WHY ARE YOU HERE? How many times have you gone out to run errands, returning home with bags of groceries, assorted household supplies, and maybe even some impulse purchases … but COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN the on...

Where you spend the beginning hours crafting out your newsletter –- now set to send between 1 and 4 am because that’s somehow when the Players in this world send theirs. And then a zillion hours working on your portfolio book for your art show –– scanning and photographing a million drawings + figuri...

Today began with a MAJOR synchronicity that was so uncanny that … I don’t think I can really reveal it here (yet). Morning spent pricing the art & drafting my email newsletter amongst other phone calls … until I realized that Belle really did deserve some swimming time since I was goi...

That’s when you know your 8 inch mini Trader Joe’s Pizza is done.  [And because it takes exactly 7 minutes or so to cook, you can add a slew of vegetables on the George Forman grill at 400 degrees for 7 minutes and it will act as your timer.] I admire that kind of simple direction:  when the ch...

It was high time for another beach walk with Belle (it’s been a little chilly) and so this morning we went together. A deep, deep nap followed by 2 Sunday client calls and a walk to Trader Joe’s. And now –– as is appropriate for the start of the New Year –– major house/paperwork cleaning on a S...

Woke up snug under my covers but realized that the pilot light had gone out in the ancient (25 years?) heater in the cottage. It was nearly impossible to figure out how to relight the heater, so I figured I might be slightly chilly until Monday when the top ranked on Yelp heating company returned to the of...

    That –– Not At All Bad, or N.A.A.B. –- was the highest praise that my Junior year Versification Professor at Yale would give any poem.  Seriously.  That was her highest compliment.  I think below that was, Not Bad, Not Too Bad, Not Too Good, Not At All Good.   And again, I swear I’m not...

(The alternative title to this blog was “Hung” but I drew the line there.) I literally bolted upright at 4am, realizing that we had mis-measured the canvas stretchers for the large new canvas.   Basically, it’s tricky to do and/or explain but we were measuring them as though they were fra...