Every day I park myself at Starbucks to get some job-seeking work done. I find I’m most productive if I leave the house. Yesterday I made the beds, cleaned the kitchen, worked out and showered before I headed out. Today I threw on a fleece, brushed my teeth (I think?) and left the house — a mess.… Read More Working? No. Eavesdropping? Yes.
Last week I finally got on a plane and went to visit my brother and his wife in San Francisco. Ten years ago I had grounded myself with (conveniently cited) budget constraints and a rabid fear of flying. This trip was big. My mom went with me. Actually, the whole thing was her idea. Before surgery on her shoulder,… Read More The Middle Place