Aunt Fabiana
I took a job I could not define, in a kitchen where I was not trusted with the good stuff, and then an eighty-year-old woman walked in and scared me half to death.
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Life Lessons
Reflections and wisdom picked up along the way.
Memory Eternal
Pull up a chair. Twenty-five years ago I left home in Issaquah, Washington, headed for my office in Lower Queen Anne. Ordinary morning. Work day. The kind you…
Make Your Freshman Year Count
(A Note from an Old IT Guy Who Barely Graduated) School is beginning again here in Colorado. Teachers, staff, and students are starting to show up sparsely, the…
Morning Coffee Thoughts
The first cup of coffee has never really been about the coffee. It’s about the quiet. Before the phone starts buzzing. Before the news starts shouting. Before the…