One of my most treasured friendships is with an extraordinary woman named Randi. We met at the start of her first, my second year of college. We were suite-mates in the dorm El Conquistador in San Diego. She was not quite 17, I was not quite 19. Though over the... 
I am part of a coaching group. We are a remarkable group of women who are bringing our purposeful work into the world, with the support of each other and our gifted teacher and mentor, Lissa Boles. One of my sister-coachees, Lyn offered to me a self-study experience... 
When I was in college, I worked summers setting tile – on kitchen counters, around bathtubs, floors, even the stalls of an office building restroom. My biggest job was laying heavy 12”x12” pavers on the floors of a home in Paradise Cay in Tiburon. It took many... 
My dad took over cooking our family dinners when I was in junior high. My mom started two businesses and he was teaching at a special high school, where the kids had a shorter than normal day. He found himself with more time and picked up cooking dinner. He shopped... 
I wish I could go back to my 13 year old self to ask her why she decided, as a high school freshman, to take French. I don’t remember if it was a lark, or if there was something deeper. In any case, my teacher, Monsieur Terando sparked in me a love of languages,... 