No focus area, no brand, not even much of a clever title.
All I have are words, 300 – maybe less, never more.
They are my words, and if you choose to read them, I promise to keep it simple and honest.
I’m sure you will find recurring themes, things that loom large in my not-large life, that which is most important to me. Family, books, Pilates and my psychotic cat. Friends, music, sleep, and my psychotic mother.
And love, of course. I currently own a 12 year-old-boy, so that will pop up, as will my sweet sister and my inability to smell anything. It sounds boring already, I know. And I’m telling you up front, I’m not cool and never will be, even if I take up smoking. Nor am I edgy or provocative or a vegetarian. But I’ll tell you the truth, my truth, and sometimes it might be yours, too. If it is, you can let me know.
I believe in connections; I believe there is great strength in connections, and in the solidarity it gives us and the energy we share with each other. I suppose if I were to have a theme, that would be it – that we’re all in this, we’re all here – now – so we should make the most of every interaction.
I try to choose kindness; not be an asshole. I try to show up on time (really, I do), be considerate, say thank you
and mean it. I believe it’s important to shut up and listen. To say what you mean to say, while you’re still here to say it. Maybe it will help someone else to hear it; maybe it will help you. And finally, assume nothing. Because, it seems, the unexpected waits around every turn.