Does anyone care about blogs anymore? Aren’t they passe? Shouldn’t I be podcasting, hosting a room on Clubhouse, or awkwardly dancing my way through Tik-Tok? (I can hear my teen daughter begging me not to do that…) I’ve always been somewhat...
“Sari” used to love going to work. But not lately. Her division has been in upheaval for months with constant “streamlining.” Leaders come and go and colleagues who were once cordial are now pitted against each other, fearful of losing their...
There is nothing I hate more than being told to smile. Actually, I take that back. There’s much I hate more than that. Like when the cat yaks a hairball onto the freshly washed down comforter. Or when someone cuts me off and then takes the parking spot I had my...
Not long ago at work I was Very Busy. But Not Very Happy. I was waking up bleary-eyed and arriving at work before 5 am, pushing through a whirlwind of a day that continued well into the evening. Outside of work, I was drowning in the deluge of demands of parenting and...
Long before Marie Kondo had us questioning what sparks joy, I came to the conclusion I have too much stuff. I read an article that said the average household has 300,000 items in it. You read that right. 300,000. THREE-HUNDRED THOUSAND. And I thought that’s...
