Who, me?

The other day I was in a dance store (is that even a word?), getting some teaching clothes. The woman working there asked me where I dance and I said, oh I don’t dance. Actually it was more like this: Oh! No no no no no. I don’t actually DANCE. As if DANCE...

The pink door.

My very favorite place to think about that jumbled thing that is culture is at the Playground. It’s been nearly a year since we found the space, and in that time I have watched it transform from a tiny, sweet thing in my head and heart into the most amazing...

Very Personal Ads #97: mmmm toast

Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very. Each week I write these VPAs to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking feels conflicted. I always get useful information about my relationship with various...

Ten Times Why.

Why is such a tricky question. Maybe even the trickiest. There are times when it is so completely not useful to ask why. The resistance-filled why, which takes me into self-interrogation and blame. But there is also the helpful why. The one that is loving, curious and...

The IWOM Brigade.

I do not have the slightest idea what I do for a living. Nor do I wish to know. The not-knowing has worked out quite well for nearly six years of running a business, and I expect it to only get better. The grown-ups in my company (attorney, accountant, financial...
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