It Took Three Years

The last six months have felt normal. I’ve finally built a home, established some bedrock friendships and have a somewhat flexible routine. It’s right on time, too. When I relocate, it takes six months for the newness and excitement to wear off. For six months to a year after that, it’s pretty damn lonely and […]

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A Break from the Routine

Last night my friend Jill and I saw the play “Tiny Beautiful Things” in a Lincoln Park theater. The play brings to life Cheryl Strayed’s advice column called Dear Sugar. Several years ago on one of the best vacations of my life, I hiked by day off the Blue Ridge Parkway and read Wild by […]

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An Impulsive Fourth of July

It is heating up outside. Of course, let me make clear that I am extremely grateful that it is not heating up outside my house to the tune of a Louisiana Fourth of July. Two weeks ago, we were grumbling about wearing sweaters in mid-June but secretly I was thanking the heavens for my living […]

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On the Move

A couple of months ago, one of my direct reports pulled me aside and told me that she and her husband wanted to move to Alabama. “Do you want to know if you can keep your job?” I asked knowing the worries of relocating to another part of the country. “Yes,” she said. “I’d like […]

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The Morning Mixer

Ashok got me up at about 6 AM our time -5 AM Chicago time- insistent to go walk. We made our way down from our high-rise perch into the weird early daylight in Chicago. We went to bed in daylight and got up in daylight. Does darkness fall in Chicago in the summer? A dog […]

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Living in the Flow

I’d like to write but the topic eludes me. Writing seems so “not present” at the moment. I’d really rather set up a coffee date with you and tell you all about it over a warm beverage. I tried to find a topic in Chicago this weekend. I wanted to share about the Herculean efforts […]

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A Sampler of Marionberry Cobbler: Lincoln City OR

We had a free night in the writing workshop in Lincoln City. My new friends Jill and Jeanie and I decided to head out to the Wild Flower Grill for dinner. The lovely little remodeled Victorian sat next to a pretty little bayou (Do they call them bayous in Oregon?). I didn’t think to ask […]

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Transitioning to Home

I love having a day to transition back to my real life from a vacation. I detest getting home late on a Sunday night and having to wake up to a workday the next morning. I need a day. In this case, I had the luxury of two days. I slept most of Saturday because […]

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Things I Learned from the Oregon Coast

Your history is showing. Our facilitator taught us about the geology of the Oregon Coast. We were situated on Spanish Head. It was formed from a series of volcanic explosions that produced lava flows in the Columbia River. As the force of the water sought higher ground each time, the river’s course moved ever northward. […]

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Thanksgiving Journey: Italian Delicacies, Peacocks and Friends

My gay boyfriend Michael and my running coach Jessica somehow managed to move 15 minutes away from each other in Tulsa. They both lived in Memphis at one time but have never met. Between the three of us, we’ve moved 8 times since we lived in Midtown Memphis. When a Thanksgiving invitation came around, I […]

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