the rewards of being less-than-perfect…
Walking to the train, I found myself replaying an exchange from yesterday. Not just once, but on a continuous loop. I kept … Continue reading the rewards of being less-than-perfect…
Walking to the train, I found myself replaying an exchange from yesterday. Not just once, but on a continuous loop. I kept … Continue reading the rewards of being less-than-perfect…
Yesterday afternoon I mowed the lawn. It was a cool fall day, colorful leaves decorating the ground, crispness in the air. … Continue reading the intersection of I-10 and I-25.
I sit typing, sipping java, concentrating. Mylo enters, pounces against my chair and barks, “it’s time to play!” “No”, I say… … Continue reading be perfectly impatient.
When Brennan was 8-years old we heard him giggling in the back seat of our car riding to a soccer … Continue reading counting drips…
I recently stepped away from an amazing team and a great career. A long-term whisper in my head was now … Continue reading one soul, two voices.
The journey is about becoming our best, whole self. Becoming implies action… moving… changing. And this takes courage… and usually, … Continue reading a box on the beach.