Most good stories begin somewhere in the past. While some avoid looking back, I find that looking back nearly always informs how I want to move forward, even when I’m stuck. As a young adult, I was drawn to the discussion of ideas, introspection, deep thinking, and conversations with adults. ...
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Monday Morning Grace
When I worked in Silicon Valley, pre-kids, Monday morning had a completely different context for me. It would set in at about four o'clock Sunday afternoon that Monday morning would soon be upon me. I needed to "shift" modes internally to put on my "kick ass and take names" hat, ditch self-care and ...
Return [Poem]
It is quiet today here in my house. The children, one-by-one, kiss me and leave, the door swinging behind them. Like the calm after a hurricane, there is mess in their wake-- and yet the storm will return, perhaps with less force later on. ...
Brown Rice and Baked Potatoes
My family bought its first Litton microwave in the early-80s. My childhood is fraught with memories of microwave experimental cooking such as monkey bread, spam, and macaroni and cheese in that wonderful large humming contraption that even had its own stand in the far corner of our kitchen. ...
