Being 54 right now comes with a particular kind of memory. I’ve lived through multiple waves of technology that didn’t just change how we work, but quietly erased entire categories of work almost overnight. Not in theory. In real rooms, with real people, doing real jobs. In high school, we had a word processing lab. … Continue reading I’ve Seen This Part of the Movie Before
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In the Space Between Who I Was and Who I Am
A reflection on growth, perception, and how it feels when the world keeps talking to the old version of you. I’ve learned that when people meet you during a storm, they hold on to that version of you - the one they thought needed saving - even after you’ve already found your own way out. … Continue reading In the Space Between Who I Was and Who I Am
The Monster, The Mirror, & Me.
Sometimes a story holds up a mirror when you least expect it, and what you see changes you a little. This one did. I just finished watching Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein, and it landed heavier than I expected. The moment the monster stepped into the light, something shifted. It was a feeling, the kind that … Continue reading The Monster, The Mirror, & Me.
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Beatles!
One of the earliest memories I have of my parents revolves around music. They loved Neil Sedaka, The Platters, The Beatles, Elvis. I remember them dancing at parties, lighter the second the music started. My dad played guitar and he sang, my mom never really had a singing voice, but she was a great dancer … Continue reading Ladies and Gentlemen, The Beatles!
Cuz I’m a Punk Rocker, Yes I Am.
Today, I took a day off! But not the kind of day where I sit on the couch making lists in my head of everything I am not doing. Not the kind of day where I burn through five episodes in a row when what I should be doing is housework. Not the kind of … Continue reading Cuz I’m a Punk Rocker, Yes I Am.
Small Joys, Quiet Wins
Have you ever agreed to something because it sounded like a good idea at the time, and then the moment comes and you’re sitting there thinking, why did I say yes to this? What am I saying — of course you have, everybody does that. This week started out exactly like that for me, but … Continue reading Small Joys, Quiet Wins
Two Voices, One Choice: Mine or Not Mine
How Do You Know If You’ve Ended the Day Successfully? This one is dedicated to, well, you know who you are. Thank you. I don’t think you really know if you’ve ended a day successfully until you wake up the next morning. That’s what I realized this week after being thrown into one of those … Continue reading Two Voices, One Choice: Mine or Not Mine
To Hill and Back
This is the story of how I am winning my weight loss battle. And the truth is, a big part of it comes down to moving to Spain. What matters most about that is that it has happened in spite of everything else going on in my life. I moved to Spain for a lot … Continue reading To Hill and Back
From “Ew, Shrimp” to Paella Night: My Spanish Food Glow-Up
When I first got here, I couldn’t peel a shrimp. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Too gross. Little antennae, little eyes, absolutely not. I ordered them, sure, but only if someone else did the dirty work. Fast forward, and now I’m the one in the kitchen elbow-deep in mussels, scrubbing shells like it’s the most normal thing in … Continue reading From “Ew, Shrimp” to Paella Night: My Spanish Food Glow-Up
Music as Fuel—and Substance
I swear, the right music is like rocket fuel for my brain. I wonder if everyone works better to music, or if I’m just wired this way. I’m not much for new music (which, at 53, maybe isn’t saying much), but today I worked nearly six hours without a break because I loved every song … Continue reading Music as Fuel—and Substance
It's Fine, I'm Fine, Everything's Fine 