I learned many years ago that the longest part of the trip is at it’s end… especially when it is going home. Not just emotionally, but literally when we go to my parents home in Maine. Once we cross the bridge from Portsmouth into Maine, there is little to see besides forest and farmland. For…
When it comes to visibility metaphors, the only vehicle I’m qualified to talk about is an automobile. And I failed my test at first taking. But I have helped three young adults earn their licenses since then, so maybe that initial parallel parking kerfuffle has been forgiven. On a road trip with Marc last month,…
The word I’m playing with in February is Visibility. After taking a couple of trips over this last month, I carry a heightened awareness about this word – and I’m enjoying the playground it is revealing. In the world of entrepreneurial adventure, visibility means “can you see me?” or “can you find me?” Ruled by…
“I don’t like these glasses! They don’t feel right and I don’t like the way they look.” It was a vivid dream. I had received two sets of eyeglasses and the pair that everyone else liked were not my choice. The ones that wanted to choose felt good, looked quirky. But they weren’t perfect either….
I grew up in a family that held hands to share ‘grace’ before each of our evening meals. Like many people, we have stories about the big meals growing cold because of the length of this prayer on special holidays. As a young person, I was often aware of the unimportant things during grace –…
I love my toothbrush. A few years ago when I was feeling all the uncertainty of what to get Marc for Christmas, a stroll through Target found me in the dental hygiene aisle getting matching toothbrushes. You can’t top me for romantic gifts! We got matching (well, his is black and mine is white) Philips…