Family
Good Mourning
Originally Published Via newsletter on 8/5/2025 I’ve been thinking a of writing a series of good morning letters in honor of my mom, who was Yelp before there…
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Family
Good Morning Letter
Dear Younger One, Your mom asked me to write. She said you were doing pretty well. I’m glad. I also heard you are afraid of growing up. Turning…
Coaching
The toilet in my back yard
And the knowing that comes from an ‘in house’ metaphor. Last month, we cashed in some Apple shares to have a friend’s brother fix our bathroom. The floor…
Creativity
Nunsense
When I was 16, a defecting nun came to stay with us. She was young and full of verve and vigor. She had been running the church-y teenager…
Family
Feeling Free on the Mother of all days
Sunday is Mothers Day and I’m going to try again to divest myself of all planned work, chores, conversations, and responsibilities; while avoiding expectant smiles about having a…
Creativity
Ma-stalgia: a term of endearment for ascendant generations
Nostalgia as sign it’s time to reboot our childlike sense of self, and how being states help us cope with a heightened sense of responsibility. My brother sent…
Family
The Fairness Container
As a mom of a 12 and 15 year old, I often get to hear pissy words about fairness. Last week’s rollick of a road trip, there were…
Body & Health
Nurse Maid Bird | Movie Mode
I shouldn’t be happy when my 15 year old daughter is home sick, but I am. I delight in getting to take care of her because there are…
Coaching
Orienting a Day
I love the term orientation. It’s connected to my past and my future. And now all at once. The days I choose to orient around “love” or “hope,”…
Family
Naming, Angels, and Missing Sisters
Can anyone truly see what’s missing? It’s a paradoxical view. What’s in a name? One of my teachers told me folks with the last name DeAngelis or DiPrete…
Family
Gail Force
Gail lived with us for several months when I was five years old. Gail was 15 years old at the time, an avid 1970s free spirit, a pot…
Family
A Burning Bridge to Now-here
My favorite candle sits on my dining room table. It’s inside opaque black glass and sits on its own wooden cover like a little pedestal. I refer to…