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,...

Gwishes.

I am not very good at goals. Mostly because I do not like them. Navigating and mapping and adventuring are more my style, not surprisingly, because those are things that pirates like. And I’m mostly okay with wishes as long as I pretend that they’re Very...
The Fluent Self