The Golden Globes are this Sunday and Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are hosting. That should be fun – as far as awards shows go. I have a love/hate relationship with them. They’re broad and far-reaching, and generally miss the mark when tallying the “Best” of whatever they’re awarding. There Read more…
It’s no secret I wasn’t a fan of 2012. On New Year’s Eve I spend the morning reflecting on the challenges of the past year. I recognize that I spent much of it struggling to not be consumed by The Dark Cloud. My Facebook feed is full of gratitude for Read more…
The First 90 Days by Michael Watkins 8 min @ my desk, Toronto, ON He is doing it again. And he is getting away with it, again. Just because he has that big rich voice equal parts molasses and honey, people lap up whatever he says. I hate these faculty/student evenings Read more…
I’ve written in the past about being a lover of lists. Not necessarily lists of Bests and Worsts, they can be too simplistic. But I love that lists can make order out of chaos simply by lining up data. I have piles of books and notebooks full of quotes, aphorisms, Read more…
I am sitting at the dining table from my childhood. It is at my sister’s house, which is much bigger than the house we grew up in. It is a dull gray day and I am looking out the window, contemplating the meaning of ‘home’. It is one month since Read more…
Change is not hard. I’ve said the opposite forever but I’m revising my position. Ah, change within change, how meta. Change is not difficult if you remain curious. If you’re more curious you’re less afraid. Fear is always an element of the unknown and unfamiliar; but being curious means being receptive and welcoming Read more…
“be there when you get there, but be *here* now” I found this ‘note to self’ in an old journal today; one of many journals and notebooks stuffed into the forest of cardboard cleared from storage. Perfect timing. My thoughts tend to race to the list of things I’m Read more…
After much talk and preparation – which consisted mostly of obsessing and fretting, I have begun the unenviable task of clearing out my storage space. It’s been a daily ordeal. I show up at the storage facility, punch in the convoluted nine digit code – after ten straight visits I Read more…