This time would be different. I was worn out on conferences - tired of feeling like my resume mattered more than my heart. I was tired of being just known enough by those involved in my wheelhouse conferences, but not enough to ever be invited to the table in any fashion. I was tired of … Continue reading Zebras.
He grew up under the last remnants of Communism - red neck scarf and in formation bootleg movies from the West the permeation of grey. The son of an engineer, who wanted to be a professional violinist, and an ophthalmologist. The grandson of an army general, who was in charge of a smattering of spa … Continue reading Him
A Friend is One.
I sat across the table from her. It was a gorgeous summer evening, and yet, the air was heavy. She was not her usual upbeat self, in fact, the deep grief was palpable. She had called me asking if I could meet last minute. I knew, from previous conversations, that this day was coming. As … Continue reading A Friend is One.
The Beauty of the Inhale
There are moments. Moments like this - in the midst of the chaos external and internal where there is Pause. It catches you off-guard. You literally stop in your tracks. Silence. The moment is so pronounced that you are acutely aware of your Inhale. Innnnnnnn..... The lungs expand. You hold your breath - not wanting … Continue reading The Beauty of the Inhale
The Hope Chest
She kneels before the chest, nostalgic. She knows it is time - time to let go - and yet, she is acutely aware of what she is releasing and what it means moving forward. She opens the chest and is overcome by the memories that come flooding in, so ingrained with the scent of cedar. By … Continue reading The Hope Chest