Most days, my neighborhood walk is a treat. Especially in the spring. Perfect temperatures. Everything in bloom. The sweet smell of daphne, the earthy stink of bark dust. It’s sun-dappled perfection. But not every day is like that. Late fall and

So many things wrong with this short email I just received: Kathleen, you've conquered marketing management like Alexander the Great, but with less angry elephants. Are you interested in exploring new career options in Oregon? ​“Because this is the

I didn’t think I liked sports. Growing up where I did meant cheering for a lousy NFL team. Huddling in a freezing stadium for a dismal result. The other professional teams everyone followed also hardly won. I would glance at a game on the TV on my

More than 80%. That’s the likelihood that my LinkedIn posts are written by AI, according to one detection tool. One post “tested” at 88%. Can you believe it? Well, pinky swear here: All my LinkedIn posts are 100% original—often composed in my head

I love my neighborhood dog park. I don’t have a dog. But when I walk by the park, I know the unbridled—or, should I say, unleashed—joy will make my day. If you think about it, Dog Park Energy embodies some of the best elements of a healthy work

Apparently, it’s the most massive time of the year. Everywhere I look I see people stringing up lavish light displays, inflating giant Grinches and gingerbread men—and just generally transforming their houses and yards into brassy, sassy heralds of

I’m lucky to live in a neighborhood dotted with little curbside boxes offering things for free. Every day I walk by and see used books, trinkets, toys. One box gives away free dog treats, which I suspect makes it a popular stop. But my favorite

If you need a little inspiration today, I have a sweet story to share: Three years ago, my sister, Betsy Gorman Brewer, and her husband, Pete Brewer, started a family business with a clear focus: to provide a career path for their autistic daughter

He could have been the worst co-worker I’ve ever had: He never returned an email. He never pitched in on a project. He never listened to anyone or showed any interest in what people were saying. He occasionally joined Teams calls—but would either

A former colleague recently shared that she’s been out of work for almost a year. She has nearly exhausted her emergency funds—not to mention her drive to keep looking. If that sounds all too familiar, know that you’re not alone. Others feel the

Every day I walk by this bumper sticker on my neighbor’s car, and today I finally snapped a photo: “You are beautiful.” I’m no expert on the psychology of bumper stickers—and it feels a little silly to admit it—but those three words have made me

During the pandemic, I made two big discoveries: 1. I had developed arthritis in my big toe (hallux limitus/rigidus), which meant I could still walk, but my 40 years of running were probably over. 2. I needed to get out of the house at least once

But for today, Nov. 25, I’ll simply share a haiku: One month ’til Christmas Muddy paw prints in the sink Joe pushes his luck

The phone call comes just after 7 a.m. I am still in bed. My mother, at home in Ohio, is telling me my dad’s heart gave out hours before. I say something that I’ll later forget, then I start to cry. I hang up and my 2-year-old son asks what is wrong…