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In my experiences as a boy I remember the kitchen best. My mother is kneading bread and the sunbeams stream through the antique glass in long hazy winter rays. The old queen Atlantic wood stove is gently ticking and making other breathing sounds. A kettle...

I’ve been in the midst of what seems to be the Longest Transition Ever.  Choosing to leave a career and the only work you have ever known is never easy.  What makes this transition harder than my tween years is that the chasm between the...

Evolution was my word for 2013 because on so many levels I longed for change. Whether I realized it at the time or not, that meant I was unreservedly open to transformation. In hindsight, I recognize that because of that, I was also willing to...