We Are Not Strangers

My Grandma Del passed away last week. It was the day before my 43rd birthday, and about 2 months before her 88th birthday. She was the last of my living grandparents. When Daniel called me to break the news to me, he woke me up, and the first thought that flitted...

How do I know I’m doing the right work?

This question showed up for me this week after I spent the last three months doing work that caused me to more fully understand what I am, and what I definitely am not. In hindsight, in my world there is no such thing as the wrong work. If business cards spoke with...