Category Archives: Musings

Travel, Sleep, Repeat

I understand why we sleep. To slip the knot of the world.Rachel Kadish, The Weight Of Ink I’ve had several conversations at work today about what a difference taking the last week off makes, and what a double-difference it makes when it’s coupled with the thrill of other people in the company taking this weekContinueContinue reading “Travel, Sleep, Repeat”

A Very Un-Squishy Christmas

My daughter got a Squishy Cat night light (actual product name) for Christmas. In order to turn it on, you punch it in the head. If you punch it a second time, the light changes to a soft glow that cycles through 5-6 different colors. Punch it a third time, and the light turns backContinueContinue reading “A Very Un-Squishy Christmas”

What Neil Said

Theatre, writing, and travel are my sports. And like any athlete, amateur hobbyist or consummate professional, it’s important to train during the off-season. Which has pretty much been all year, as far as theatre and travel go. Writing, on the other hand? Writing is there for me, always. It’s the hobby that never sleeps. EvenContinueContinue reading “What Neil Said”

The Wisdom of Cats

Farkle Falkor – photo provided by author I’ve commenced another one of my lunchtime polls in my chats with friends and loved ones, which happens once in awhile when I’ve grown weary of small talk, and am craving conversation that is a little deeper under the surface than “what are you having for dinner tonight.”ContinueContinue reading “The Wisdom of Cats”

Degenerative Progress

I won an award at work yesterday, for being one of the company’s best innovators of 2020, a catalyst for change, and an excellent collaborator. The whole affair has me thinking about that old line from The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats, about things falling part, centres not holding. I’ve also been thinking aboutContinueContinue reading “Degenerative Progress”

Reality vs. Reverie

I don’t remember many details, but I have a vague memory of reading a book when I was very young about a girl who was living in really bad circumstances, like a closet or something. Whenever she was put there (by a terrible parental figure, of course), she’d imagine a whole world of friends andContinueContinue reading “Reality vs. Reverie”

No RSVP Required

I received an amazing email today: “[Our holiday party] is happening this year. In accordance with Michigan state laws, we are limiting the number of guests outside of our immediate family to zero. […] You are hereby uninvited.” In other words, do not RSVP. Do not BYOB. Please find it in your heart to spread a littleContinueContinue reading “No RSVP Required”

Friday Chai Day and Other Joy Generators

Whoever said variety is the spice of life obviously wasn’t very observant. Or maybe they were just stuck in a rut and trying to validate throwing everything into the breeze and starting over from scratch. Or trying to make a few bucks with self-help advice, hustling anyone who would listen: Hey! Hey, you! You wantContinueContinue reading “Friday Chai Day and Other Joy Generators”

My Closed-Captioned Life (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Zoom)

It’s been awhile since I’ve done an ode to my (dis)ability, so I figured it was time to bring out my ole soapbox and do a bit of barbaric yawping a-top of it. The other day, my college-aged son confessed to me (in a weirdly excited way), “Mom, I think I have your thing. IContinueContinue reading “My Closed-Captioned Life (or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Zoom)”