My kid stepped on a screw last week. He went through the garage barefoot to take out the trash and started hollering. When I answered his warbles, he calmly asked me to unscrew the screw sticking out of his heel.…
Author, Writer, Book Doula
Author, Writer, Book Doula
“What if they don’t like me?” She shifted around on the plastic blue booth seat, then fidgeted with her fork. “I bought a really cute skirt for tomorrow. It’s cheerful.” “Great idea. You will brighten up the room when you…
It was a dark and stormy night. Okay, it was the morning after. I arrived at my Day Job bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, with my lunchbag full of mason jars, my regular bag full of gummy bears and caramel corn, and…
Transcript: I am about to celebrate the one year anniversary of the last day of my Day Job in a Cubicle. The Day Job taught me many things, both about myself and humanity in general, things I am still processing…
In the world of full-time employment, out there in the weeds of xerox machines and customer service, there are these things called “coworkers” and – just like your neighbors and your children – you don’t get to choose them. Nope.…
Last week, I sat with five total strangers in a dark classroom, taking a free adult education class on “Succeeding in Today’s Job Hunt”. Gathering what was left of my dignity, I followed along as we clicked through our personalized…
I’ve been working in a new office for over three months, now. It’s small but mighty, comprised of a handful of really decent people who take organization and attention to detail to a whole new level. I’ve been thinking, however,…
I slept deeply, dreamlessly, a void in the black hole of my room. When the pain dragged me slowly to the surface, my subconscious fought back at a primal level. I did not want to wake up. My hip throbbed…
Okay, you know those new moms who, when pulled from their cocoon of newborn nesting, finally come out to coffee with you, tiny tot attached to her breast, diaper bag piled high with “necessities” sitting on the stroller, ready for…
“While it should not be used in interpersonal relationships, the basic premise of defensive driving is to assume to worse in others. It is better to be pleasantly surprised than bitterly disappointed.” In other words, everyone on the road is…