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After graduate school I worked for a year as a waitress at the Olive Garden. Dressed in black pants and a pressed white shirt with requisite greasy necktie, I carried heavy trays of dishes to my waiting tables, taking care to place each meal with precision...
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I’m continuing a series of short pieces on abundance (this is the fourth, you can find other posts in this series here: Scarcity and Abundance). * * * * * * After all of this, I come...
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If life’s a highway, there’s no chance to catch your breath. To stop and evaluate without the risk of falling behind. The college I attended had a trail that ran through the woods. Along that trail there were other paths that branched off to a creek and an...
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If life’s a highway, I’m in trouble. Since having twins, my internal GPS is endlessly recalculating. Too often you’ll find me broken down on the side of the road, wishing I’d coughed up the money for triple A or paid more attention to the little light...
