I’m taking advice from a squirrel on TikTok. No, seriously. It’s 11am, and I’ve looked at enough emails, and here is a squirrel giving me advice – and I’m listening. It just told me that perfectionism and trying to please everyone is not the way forward. Seeing as I just received a competitive, blame-shifting email… Continue reading Wildness
Author: alice
20 Years Ago
The 20th anniversary of…that day. What a complicated memory. You try not to think about it, but then you do. It’s true what they say, that you remember exactly where you were when you heard. 20 difficult, troubled years – and many of the same problems are the same. Or worse. NYC was never the… Continue reading 20 Years Ago
Touch Memory – Nook and Kobo
Hello everyone, Happy to let you know that you can now get Touch Memory on Barnes and Noble and Kobo.
Reality
Reality Thinking on Memorial Day We have weekends, and they are supposed to refresh us for the work week. The time that is significant, where we go out into the world and work at whatever it is we do. Long weekends are supposed to be best, because there is that extra day. An extra day!… Continue reading Reality
Returning to work is a feminist issue
Well. I can almost hear the gods of Google shouting at me. Two negative ideas in the title. Bad SEO. No clicks for that. That sound…bwah bwah bwah…the one they have in game shows and cartoons when someone gets it wrong. But wait a minute. I’ve been in meetings over the past two weeks where… Continue reading Returning to work is a feminist issue
Memories and Irony
I’m working on a new blog post, etc. etc. blah blah. While sending work emails for the work that pays the rent. And looking out the window. Always looking out the window. And then I came across this song. It was one of my favorites when I was a teenager. This entire album actually. Albums.… Continue reading Memories and Irony
Sunday Rain
This morning it’s raining, so it’s quiet. This means that the people fighting outside the pub late last night aren’t on the streets, and if it keeps raining they’ll stay home instead of coming out to nurse their hangovers or renew the argument. The birds are still tweeting, so it must be warm enough, and… Continue reading Sunday Rain
End of Winter, Ostara, Spring Equinox
Otherwise known as the new season of spring. Here it is, the first day of spring. The Equinox. The halfway point between there and there, winter and summer, cold and hot, light and dark. It looks nice out. We are supposed to feel happy. They say it is important to get outside. That’s probably true.… Continue reading End of Winter, Ostara, Spring Equinox
Back to the Garden
The idea of group approval is a strange thing, pulling us this way and that, in directions that are sometimes worthy, other times ugly, asking us to constantly judge both ourselves and others, while hinting broadly exactly what that judgement should be. It’s not just music, or books, or film and TV that are ranked,… Continue reading Back to the Garden
Roundabout
Spring today. The geese went by – just 4, and not flying directly north. Only minutes before that, a breeze had come through the window, and I thought – spring is here. Whether I’m ready or not. Now it’s the sounds that have changed. A helicopter goes by, and the noise of the rotors is… Continue reading Roundabout