How disappointed I am is up to me. How much stock I put in what other people say is up to me. No one can “make” me feel this way or that…unless I choose. Except, I do get weary. I do get my feelings hurt. Because I am not as good at this “being a grownup” thing as I’d like to be. Because taking the high road is hard. (That’s...

I've been spending a couple hours each night moving files from one computer to another and cleaning up what I leave behind on each drive. I came across a letter I had written about 3 years ago and, in it, found this little gem of introspection:

My friend, Karen, sent this to me via email today: The people who are starting college this fall were born in 1992. They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up. Their lifetime has always included AIDS. The CD was introduced two years before they were born. They have always had an answering machine. They have always had cable. Jay Leno has always...

We live in the same city, but I haven’t laid eyes on her since my backyard project in May. Ridiculous. This picture was part of my Christmas present from her this year. You see, she knows me…well. She bought a beautiful silver and glass picture frame and then had one of my kids take this picture of us to put in it. She knows it will have a special place...

This Thanksgiving, I notice a theme: Letting go. Letting go of expectations – of myself and others. If your life has been feeling heavy lately, this will instantly lighten things up. Trust me – I know this from experience. Letting go of “someday”. One of the most visible ways I’ve done this is clearing my closet of all the clothes I...

Yesterday, I was on a teleconference call and we were talking about offline marketing techniques. One technique we discussed was addressing envelopes by hand to increase the odds the mail piece get opened. It occurred to me that my handwriting these days generally sucks. No surprise, I suppose, because I so rarely hand write anything any more. So, I picked up a pen...

I've spent the better part of the last 45 years avoiding sleep. Ask my mother...I hardly ever slept as a child. I'm pretty sure I took naps as an infant, but she's right about the rest of the years since. I remember when I was three and being sent to my room for a nap. Ha! She could send me to my room, but she couldn't make me sleep!

My friend, Tracy, hipped me to this video this morning. Well, ok, she posted it on her Facebook, but couldn't wait until I made my way over to Facebook to see it, so she called me bright and early to tell me to go look. Was it worth the phone call before I'd been properly caffeinated? Oh yeah...

Ok, I'm a coupla days late with this report, but I was NOT disappointed by Breaking Dawn. Having read all four books now, my biggest curiosity is around how in the hell are they gonna mash all that goes on it each book into a 2-hour movie? How much will they have to change about the story to fit it in that little bitty space of time?

For 45 years now, people have accused me of being an extrovert. I suppose they have their proof: I have no problem with public speaking, I am friendly and outgoing (boisterous, even, on occasion), I make friends easily, I talk a lot…the list goes on and on. It’s a lie. I am an introvert, through and through. The disparity comes from people’s lack...