Whether you’re planting a garden or rebuilding a life, you’ll be more effective by using the right tool at the right time. Herb garden on a windowsill? You could poke holes in the soil with a pencil. Bulbs for next spring? A small trowel would do the trick. When it’s. . . .Show me more . . .
I thought it was the worst part of my day when the squirrel scratching on the porch roof made it difficult to concentrate on drafting the blog post about resiliency. Until the less-than-sweet odor confirmed it wasn’t a squirrel and it definitely was not on the roof. I caught wind. . . .Show me more . . .
The moment my feet touched the sand, I felt better, more hopeful, more optimistic, than I had in days. The beach was working its usual magic. Homes were flooded, dunes destroyed, and the mettle of a community, a region, was being tested in a way most had never experienced. Recovery. . . .Show me more . . .
I’m frustrated by being told how professional women should lean. I can’t help but feel like it’s a not-so-subtle way of saying not just that we’re not doing enough, but that we simply aren’t enough. I’ll admit, I haven’t read the book yet. After spending a morning with professional women from my. . . .Show me more . . .
It wasn’t even a real hurricane. Despite 80 mile per hour winds, it was barely a Category 1. On a five point scale. But when it landed perpendicular to shore, during a higher than usual full moon high tide, with Category 3 pressure, post-tropical cyclone Sandy changed conversations – and. . . .Show me more . . .
There’s a piece making the rounds on my social media streams about Oscar winning director Ang Lee that was written in 2006, after he won his first Best Director Oscar. By coming to the U.S. to study film, Lee essentially ended his relationship with his father. He spent six years. . . .Show me more . . .