I’m procrastinating on these Sunday musings. It’s because I know what I want to write about, but Ol’ Beady Eyes—the Voice of Judgement that lives in my head and sounds like my mother—has opinions...

Roxie is unbothered by the cold, unless the temperature is under 25℉. When it’s that cold, she heads out with her typical full head of steam but without the booties she refuses to wear. Roxie trots...

I worked on StoryJoules for six years. Hard to believe. In the process of building it, multiple versions of electronic files were created—docxs, pptxs pdfs, jpegs, pngs. Beaucoup stuff. I wasn't...

Cata and Jay were our trip leaders for the Patagonia hiking trip. They were tall and fit and attractive, walking advertisements for Backroads. It could have been annoying except they were kind and...

I feel loose... and spacious. A little tired, but good. Audrey (my wonderful virtual assistant in the Philippines) and I have been wrapping up the StoryJoules group coaching work, and it feels...

I’m good at worrying. Lots of practice. But most of what I worry about  never happens and I’ve wasted all that precious time. Before the trip to Argentina, I began the morning with my typical...