(Post Note: I had this post written and ready to go in mid-March, before a pandemic hit and made life around us came to a halt. I hit “pause” on publishing it for awhile: Somehow, it just didn’t seem like a good fit as we were adjusting to social distancing and the economic slowdown…. View more
(This post is part of the Practice Makes Imperfect Series: Click here to learn more) If you had to draw a symbol for perfectionism, what would it be? (I know, this sounds like a weird assignment from your eleventh-grade psychology class, but play along with me for a minute, okay?) What image would perfectly… View more
go (This post is part of the Practice Makes Imperfect series. Click here to learn more.) Let’s start with a vending machine. It stood in an alcove at a hotel. I popped my quarters into the slot and surveyed the variety of high-calorie treats, then pressed the button for a Three Musketeers. (The only rational… View more
(This is part of the Practice Makes Imperfect series. Click here to learn more.) At least there was chocolate. Those words summed up my feelings as I settled into bed after an evening with friends last fall. It wasn’t that my friends were boring or unkind. Quite the opposite actually. We shared plenty of laughs… View more
I’m the daughter of an engineer. Many people find this hard to guess, since I lean more toward creativity and emotion than the rational, ordered pursuits of science. But there’s one sure way I’m confident that engineering blood flows somewhere through my veins: I love to assemble furniture. I know, some people sigh in… View more
