On my inability to market my brand
I am talking on the phone with a friend of mine about freelancing and how to make the work of marketing ourselves more efficient. She mentions that a career coach she knows says that the way to get...
View ArticleOn shedding illusions
Trust your cape, the guy with the guitar sings. Life is a leap of faith. He is a middle-aged smiling man, busking at the plaza in historic Santa Fe on a warm summer afternoon. I’m here with Jessica, a...
View ArticleOn New Year’s revolutions
Every year, my daughter Jessica asks me if we are going to write down our revolutions, which is what she calls them. I have stopped correcting her because she is right, they are revolutions, not...
View ArticleOn signs I didn’t heed
This was a sign on the wall near a cliff Jessica and I visited during our European adventures. Note that it is a very graphic representation of what could happen if you step too near the edge. Note...
View Article(excerpt from) The Improbable Adventures of a Middle-Aged Woman
Let me state for the record that all of the things I have done in life made sense at the time. I have never once thought, “Well, this will be an expensive, foolish, and ultimately useless endeavor....
View ArticleSpatial Relations
An excerpt from The Improbable Adventures of a Middle-Aged Woman (now available!) The cab driver has intense crazy eyes. I see this right away as he stands by his cab, waiting for a fare. The crazy...
View ArticleOn Aging Well
Whenever I look in the mirror, I’m always surprised to see all the silver in my hair. How did that happen? Last I checked, I was nineteen. Of course, with a twenty-year-old daughter, I can’t still be...
View ArticleGrowing Your Freelance Career
When you first begin freelancing, it’s like being parachuted, blindfolded, into a ten-acre field you’ve never seen before and your job is to grow a crop. You have no idea where you are or what the soil...
View ArticleWriting a Woman’s Life class/group
Once upon a time, I taught a writing class on Wednesday nights for the local arts center. Or maybe it was Tuesdays. I remember it was winter. I remember my divorce attorney attended, as a show of...
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