In honor of Earth Day. When I was sixteen I visited the Grand Canyon with my dad. We rode mules halfway to the bottom and […]
April 21st
I celebrate April 21st. I have for the last twelve years. I call it an unofficial self-care day. Or sometimes a celebration of me day. Or epiphany day. It’s meaning has changed over time.
A Feminist Self-Care Book Recommendation
I finished reading Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle by Emily & Amelia Nagoski this week and I can’t seem to shut up […]
Puppy Chow Magic
I don’t enjoy cooking or baking, but twice a year I make puppy chow. It’s an old habit. I actually remember the first time I […]
One Caring Adult
Yesterday I attended the annual Shining Stars Luncheon for Foster Angels of Central Texas. Foster Angels is an amazing local nonprofit that supports foster youth. […]
Speak Your Body’s Language
Yesterday I began listening to the Burnout: The Secret to Solving the Stress Cycle by Amelia Nagoski and Emily Nagoski. I don’t need to get very far into this book to highly recommend it. Twenty minutes in and I felt like it was changing my life.
A Little Career Advice for Young Professionals
I am not in a position to give a wealth of wisdom to young professionals. Being a young professional myself, only five years out of school, I have far from unlocked the secrets of career success. I look to my peers and mentors on our leadership team; their steady example of leadership in action is teaching me how to be a better leader and a better human.
My Car’s Name Is Keith
So I’m one of those people who name things. It seems like there are two solid camps here: people who name and label staplers (like my former coworkers in my hometown library) and the people who give me WTF faces when I ask what they are going to name their new iPad.
They Were Just Dreams
This morning, I want to take a moment to bless pleasant dreams and undisturbed sleep. I have always dreamed vividly, playing out elaborate fantasies through the night. There’s a dream about red and blue kingdoms I had when I was nine I still remember (and a coincidental precursor to my adult obsession with all things red and blue).