Burnt to a crisp

I don’t know about you, but I feel like I skidded into the holiday season on empty. I blame it on managing a full book of business with a lot of moving parts, a major move across the pond on relatively short notice, and my exhausting tendency to people-please. I know...

How do you know when your book is done?

That’s the question all of us writers ask, not just my clients. In fact, I brought this post back because I’ve fielded this question twice this week, and it’s only Monday. And there’s a short and sweet answer–when you’ve done...

Dad was right about this

My mother loved to paint. I’m not talking art, I’m talking rooms. She’d head on over to the local Benjamin Moore store and buy three gallons of whatever shade of yellow was on special, and cart them home in our station wagon. Next, she’d set up the step stool, even...

So much for common knowledge

Barry, our caretaker, stopped by one day last summer. He’s a really lovely dude who cuts our grass and looks after our place in Ireland whenever we’re gone. Anyway, Barry was giving out about some Americans who were due to arrive at another property he looks after....

Permission to get it wrong

I think about my arch nemesis–efficiency–a lot when I’m on a mountain.  Day in and day out, carrying one load up to a higher camp, going back down for another.  Breaking camp in the morning, setting it back up all over again at night.  Going up an...