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Category Archives: angst
How are YOU using Twitter?
A while ago I had a twitter-exchange with someone that ended with his observation that perhaps we are using Twitter in different ways. You see, he’d stopped following me, and although I’ve never met him in person, I felt (and … Continue reading →
The righteous, the wicked and the watchman
There are occasions when progress demands a change in perspective. For some time, I’ve been traveling a rough road, a journey fraught with danger and threats, surprises, elements beyond my control…you get the picture. Working harder, working smarter, not working, … Continue reading →
Transformation 2012: Day ___
I’m learning a funny thing about transformation. Well, maybe not funny, but good to know. Transformation comes with a lot of pressure, both internal and external. From the outside, the world resists. From the inside, I resist. I’m squeezed, compressed, … Continue reading →
Pardon me, your slip is showing
Last Wednesday morning, during my weekly group meeting at Einstein Bagels, I interrupted one of my girlfriend’s as she was telling a story. In fact, if ever there was a blurt, I blurted: “You have something between your teeth.” Then … Continue reading →
and I thought self-editing was hard!
No matter how hard the challenge, tall the mountain or rough the course, I seem to be willing to grit my teeth, grunt, sweat and otherwise behave in a manner unbecoming a lady. I’m not sure what I am becoming … Continue reading →
Huge mistake or the best thing I’ve ever done?
Time will tell if yesterday’s mad dash to the finish line was worth it, or if the product of that “victory” will be a lesson on what not to do. The mad dash? I finished another round of self-editing on … Continue reading →
Who am I and what am I doing here?
This year has been very challenging for me in many respects. And it’s only half over. My vision for how things would go and where I would be right now? Well…it’s been a rough road and I’m not where I … Continue reading →
A Tale About Trolls
Once upon a time, in a land that might or might not be far, far away, there lived a troll. This troll, like any troll, had “issues”, not the least of which is her overwhelming anger. Sure she had friends … Continue reading →
In case that last post sounded sanctimonious
I’m not sanctimonious or holier-than-thou even if my last post sounded that way. My children may have survived thus far, but that is more of a reflection of God’s grace than my parenting skills. Maybe I’m sensitive to the harsh … Continue reading →
In case that last post sounded sanctimonious
I’m not sanctimonious or holier-than-thou even if my last post sounded that way. My children may have survived thus far, but that is more of a reflection of God’s grace than my parenting skills. Maybe I’m sensitive to the harsh … Continue reading →