After dropping the kids at school this morning, I had to drive downtown to go to a dental appointment so I turned on some music and lost myself in my thoughts as I drove.

Last weekend, I went to Chicago with Deborah to do strategic planning for VillageQ but we also took some time to drink bourbon and discuss my book. She had read it, had detailed notes on the manuscript and wanted to talk about it. I wanted to talk about it and didn’t want to talk about it because writing a memoir feels indulgent at times so talking about that memoir feels even more so. But Deborah is persistent. Notice I didn’t say patient because her response to my deflections was consistently, “Shut up and listen to me.” And I did –  I listened.

When it comes to writing, I understand the minutiae. I am the kind of person who will stand in a forest and describe the dappled light on the bark of a walnut tree rather than tell you there is a bulldozer 100 feet ahead in shadows ready to raze the forest. There is work to be done with my manuscript that will require me to step away from the beauty of the light and peek into the shadows.

Comment Spam Is the Best/Worst

I have been getting tons of spam comments on my blog lately. It’s so sad when my phone pings and tells me I have a new comment and I go to look at it and see that I am being offered discount sun glasses or SEO help that comes in the form of hieroglyphics. So, when life gives you spam, don’t make spamonade because that’s gross. Make a quiz that will at least provide a laugh or too.

I present, “What type of spammer are you?”

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Creating Shared History


We have a picture of our kids eating peaches on the beach in Melides, Portugal. The dunes are behind them and they are both staring out at the ocean, peaches in hand, juice running down their chins. The truth is that I haven’t looked at that picture in over a year. I don’t need to because the memory is so clear that I can almost smell the salt in their hair, feel the warmth of their bodies, and can almost taste those peaches as if I’d eaten one myself. Each day we spent there began the same way – making lunch to take to the beach.

My family recently traveled to Orlando for the Family Forward retreat and during a workshop for Barilla’s Share The Table, Daniele Baliani, Barilla’s guest chef, recalled the days his family spent at the beach – a blanket laid out on the sand, simple food to be shared – and as he spoke, those memories from our time in Melides came back to me.

Because of a Shelf


Luisa and I have to install a new ceiling in our kitchen because a shelf fell off the kitchen wall a few months ago.

What? Did I lose you?

Let me explain how this happened by providing the following timeline…