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Practicing radical optimism

Listening to my parenting power song while I write this.  “That I would be good even if I did nothing.  That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down.”  Writing the words as I’m listening reminds me of being a teenager, when I would listen to Lisa Loeb and the CD soundtrack …

Cycling in the rain

I forgot how unpleasant it is to bike in the rain without a back fender. That slice of Scot somewhere in my blood has left me with a solid attitude of making-do. As if using money and modern convenience to solve a problem is somehow too bourgeois. Since taking the Quistic masterclass on personality type, …

Sanctuary

It’s Christmas. It’s the last quiet Christmas morning for a while, since as of March 2016 we – we who were blithely two – we will be three. And one of the three will be small and scrunchy, adorable, but probably loud and demanding too. Teetering on the edge of that produces weird sensations. Being …