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WRITING

That tell-all you’re dying to write? Read this first.

I'd heard about Careless People long before I finally cracked it open in the airport. It had been sitting in my Kindle alongside all the other fantastic books I swore I’d eventually get to. But once I started the memoir, I couldn't put it down. Which was great,...

The woodcutter who wouldn’t take my money

When we lived in Ireland, a neighbor advertised his wood-cutting services with a hand-painted sign along the road. He'd bring a cord of wood over, and instead of dumping it on the lawn and driving away like any self-respecting American contractor, he'd stack it in the...

The project from hell

Sometime back in May, Walt got it in his head that we should renovate our kitchen. Now, I should mention we'd bought this house sight unseen during the pandemic—intended as a home base for our trips back from Ireland, with Airbnb covering the mortgage the rest of the...

READING

That tell-all you’re dying to write? Read this first.

I'd heard about Careless People long before I finally cracked it open in the airport. It had been sitting in my Kindle alongside all the other fantastic books I swore I’d eventually get to. But once I started the memoir, I couldn't put it down. Which was great,...

What I read while waiting for a helicopter in Papua New Guinea

Let’s just say I had an awful lot of time on my hands while on vacation several years ago. That’s what happens when you deliberately leave your computer at home; AND you’ve got nowhere to go, save the local airstrip or the hotel compound; AND your helicopter can’t...

Eight Books, Eight Lessons: Why I’m Not Slowing Down

At my 60th birthday party a couple of years back, something interesting happened. A number of my friends started talking about retirement—counting down the days, making plans to "slow down," fantasizing about endless yoga retreats in Mexico and Netflix binges. They...

LIFE

The woodcutter who wouldn’t take my money

When we lived in Ireland, a neighbor advertised his wood-cutting services with a hand-painted sign along the road. He'd bring a cord of wood over, and instead of dumping it on the lawn and driving away like any self-respecting American contractor, he'd stack it in the...

If it were easy, everybody would be doing it

Hey there, A while back, one of my friends questioned my penchant for voluntarily placing myself in situations where I could get hurt, for "manufacturing fear." The world provides enough danger already, why go out looking for more? She was referring to mountain...

Game recognize game

We once had a dog named Edgar whose whole raison d’etre was to kick cat ass. Unfortunately, we also had two cats: Peanut Butter and Mozart. Peanut Butter was a cat-hater’s cat. He had all the swagger of John Wayne, and the cool detachment of Humphrey Bogart. Tail up,...

Better the devil you know

I'm sitting here this morning listening to Walt in the other room. He's on a Zoom call with one of his clients, and apparently the guy is reluctant to try something new. He wants to cling to his old business habits because, as my mother used to say, "Better the devil...

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