Chapter 1. The crosswalk talk. — A rumble on the right side of the vehicle erupted as it plowed through an accumulation of wet leaves in a giant puddle. The tidal wave of misfortune spilled over the sidewalk, where a mother balanced her two children with multiple bags and an umbrella. As Aliera eased into the…

National Blog Post Month — Blog #9 — Accountability has been a key theme in the last couple of weeks in my work where my colleagues and I lean into public sector reform at The Exchange Lab. …

National Blog Post Month — Blog #8 — Sitting in the quiet, pre-toddler, dark; hesitant to type. Thinking about the cliché things I might avoid writing about on a milestone birthday. I see that circle, like a hole or pit, signifying a multiple of ten. Or maybe it’s like a button. “You made it this far. …

National Blog Post Month — Blog #7 — Why would we need a “behind the scenes” sharing event if we are working in the open? The irony dawned on me just now, as I consider all the things that have me a little more on edge than usual (so that I can write something that might be remotely…

National Blog Post Month — Blog #6 — Every weekend was beginning to feel like a dizzying back and forth of “what should we do?” It would end in feeling more behind. We were pretty good not to blame each other openly, but the conflict was palatable. My husband and I have a music project, a home and…

National Blog Post Month – blog #5 — 🎵 Some people worry about money. Others, they fret about tests. Some carry the burden of romantic hurting. Worthwhile stresses I guess… I guess… But in the event of an emergency Don’t cover your head, or put it between your knees. Find your strength, in this company. Cause the seas will…

National blog post month – blog #4 He’s distant from me like most teens are from their parents, and then some. My 17 year old decided to go live with his Dad full time at the start of last school year, in a city that is half a day drive…

National Blog Post Month — Blog #3 This late breaking post on day four is brought to you by a toddler that has decided to co-sleep/wrestle since bringing home all the plagues; warm cups of lemon-honey water to sooth my late stage head cold; and a busy brain full of…

National Blog Post Month — Blog 2 — I am a blip. A blip on a blip. A point on a wave, imperceivable to anyone able to perceive the wave. Notionally, this blip, at the turning of the millennium welcomed the dawn of observing waves. Taking note of wake. Being woke. As rocks fold over, under pressure of…