Are you in a productivity slump or embracing “Hygge” indefinitely?
Working from home, especially post-lockdown, has blurred the lines between Monday and Thursday. Tasked to come up with a productivity pitfalls article, I feel compelled to take a serious look in the mirror. And the cupboard.
Caffeinated kitchen, Check.
MCT Oil and superfoods for a quick 2 pm. pick-me-up —…
I felt something close to what you describe when I read the news. Anthony Bourdain is also one of my heroes, for reasons similar to yours; as is Robin Williams who taught me at an early awkward age that it was ok to be weird.
Although they have both passed…
Another sad letter to my beautiful son on his birthday
Today is a fantastic day. Tomorrow will be, as well, since it will be a day that isn’t today; and yet another day for us all to experience new challenges and find ways to make others happy.
Grief is an uncouth animal. It springs out of nowhere with neither invitation…
There is literally no one I know other than you who can make writer's block so interesting to read about. Ironically, I may even write about it now. Thanks!
A million years ago or thereabouts — I was a power lifter.
Once upon a time, for a few years: I was a power lifter. I competed, even. This was way before my three children were born, but as such I’ve always been attracted to stories about strength. …
Grief and Kisa Gotami’s Mustard Seed
In the beginning, when I got that phone call no one in the world should ever get…that 5 am call from my son telling me that his brother had been in an accident and that they, The Mossos, or an ambulance; ‘The Unnamed They’ took him away…I remember thinking: “Well…
Submissions welcome for longer stories also. An epic hug sent to you (albeit virtually) upon submission.
Legend has it that in a Paris restaurant in 1923, Ernest Hemingway’s friends challenged the writer to craft a story in just six words. The novelist responded with:
“For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
I’ve come across this Hemingway story many times throughout my life, but this time I cite…
My pet name for Grief
This is a story for a Grief Playbook that doesn’t exist…because each story is different, as is every day that I navigate a sea of emotions and numbness that come at me in waves.
Grief is an uncouth animal. It springs out of nowhere with neither invitation nor provocation.
On…
A playlist of songs we all listened to in our collective isolation days.
There’s another sickness that has spread across the planet even more quickly than the coronavirus has. It unfortunately will possibly continue to be around for a long time in the future, as well…
It’s a disease of the mind, but it can also affect the heart, nervous system, and every…
What I‘m learning while staring at our unfinished Scrabble games
Every mother in the world occasionally feels utterly cursed. If you’re a mother, you know. If you’re not a mother, you don’t know. Don’t argue with me.
I’m not even talking about the bearing phase…that period of rent-free human occupation in your belly — while compromising your diaphragm, bladder and…
