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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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!
Things People Get Wrong About Moving to Spain:
Reinventing the Wheel When people move to Spain, a lot of us, me included, show up with big ideas. We think we’re going to start something brand new, something the country has never seen before. A business, a service, a project. Something that will prove we belong here. I came with one of those plans … Continue reading Things People Get Wrong About Moving to Spain:
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.
Permission Denied
Today I deny myself permission. I deny myself permission to feel less, to overthink, to let my thoughts be ruled by damage done by other people. I deny myself permission to doubt or to go against my values. I deny myself permission to drown in grief or mourn in unhealthy ways. I deny myself permission … Continue reading Permission Denied
Permission Granted
Today I give myself permission. I give myself permission to exist wherever I am,to enjoy the air moving around me,to luxuriate in the comfort of my warm bed. I give myself permission to share space with my animals who love me,to be proud of how I take care of my home,to feel OK with being … Continue reading Permission Granted
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
Back to normal …
Today feels like the real wrap up of summer here, and it’s one of those changes you can actually see and hear. Just a few days ago the town was bursting at the seams, with voices carrying up from the beach starting before 6:30 in the morning and still drifting through the streets at one … Continue reading Back to normal …
It's Fine, I'm Fine, Everything's Fine 