Act II
A hospice nurse asked me if my mother had always been a stoic. I snort-laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe […]
A hospice nurse asked me if my mother had always been a stoic. I snort-laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe […]
There’s no Advil for this hangover. Not the too much wine-at-dinner kind, but the return-from-Conference World haze. The ride home
I learned in my twenties never to trust a Texas man without a cowboy hat. So naturally last night at
We’re all guilty of it—telling ourselves reruns of stories that should’ve been canceled after season one. I’ll mess it up.
Fall sneaks in like a moody novel; shorter days, colder nights, the perfect backdrop for yearning. Not the situationship kind,
Once upon a job interview, the feedback about me was: “Hire this woman, she’s a bulldozer.” Not exactly the compliment
Posting on professional media sometimes feels like wandering through an open-world quest: you drop knowledge, you leave a trail of
Being “Good at your job” isn’t a promotion plan… one of my coaching clients came in hot this week: “I
You know what never makes it into the project plan? The living. The actual life stuff. Nobody books a Teams
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