Tis the season.

‘Tis the season when it’s customary for anyone with a blog to reflect — either on “the year that was”, or on their own ambivalence about said custom. The last two weeks of the year, I put the business ship in dry dock, and do some...

Friday Chicken #124: let’s orbit

Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. For the first time, in...

Anatomy of a (half) day off.

A few years ago, one of my mentors got a bee in his bonnet about how Selma and I needed a day off. And not once in a while. Not right before I was about to fall apart. A regular thing. A weekly thing. I knew he was right. And everything in me said this was a Wise and...

The unhostile takeover.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahahahahahahahahaha. Yes. Like that. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahahahahahahahahaha. That was the sound my body made last week when we gave in to its firm suggestion that we sleep in until whenever. Until nine! Craziness! It loved that we acknowledged how very,...
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