Over the last month, I’ve been newly able to notice rigid thinking in people beyond myself. That’s kinda funny to me… How did I not notice it before? The diagnostic manual talks about it, as do many books on brain quirks, but I’m only newly able to recognize it. (Secretly, I have my fingers crossed… Continue reading Is Rigid Thinking Keeping Me Poor?
…we frugal, inventive parents have a moment of anxiety. “I got her too little stuff!” “This pile is way too tiny!” “What was I thinking, getting him so many books, free from the library’s used pile at that?” lol. Yep, this is par for the course. For many of us, swimming against the current of… Continue reading …and then right before Santa comes…
Stuart McLean has died. His name won’t likely be known to so many folks outside of Canada, but for people like me, this is like losing Bowie, Prince, or Cohen. Every week on Canada’s public national radio he told us stories. Every week I could do nothing else as I laughed and sobbed through his… Continue reading Are We It?
In response to Darcy’s comment here, I’m exploring the matter of building community. There is so much to talk about, I’m focusing on one aspect at a time. Today’s idea is around finding our yessayers. My friend Raj was struggling with a person who continually blocked Raj’s ideas: “This won’t work because…” “You won’t be able… Continue reading Building Community: Finding Your Yessayers
More than anything, all this money stuff is about priorities. “How do I really want to spend my time?” “What is most important to me?” “How can my money have the most effect in the world?” Between a few members of my family-of-origin, money is fluid. Rather than fight that “Johnny got more”, a few… Continue reading What I Really Want
When I noted that one highlight of my day was Sirfluffalot’s sweet paw petting me, it occurred to me to keep her. I’ve catsit her every few months for the last two years—without charge—and enjoy doing so. Unlike many people with sensory issues, animals are not primarily a source of joy for me. Between their… Continue reading My Almost Cat
Four times I’ve tried writing this. May I at long last scratch a version up and hit ‘publish’. Last fall, I attended a writing workshop. This was a big step for me. It cost big cash, and I would need to travel to another town and back before my son’s child care ended. When I… Continue reading Impoverishing Myself