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Tomorrow I face the hardest thing I’ve ever had to face in my professional career: the very real possibility of total failure, where the outcome is largely a function of how well I can convince three people who are FAR smarter than me that I am not naive, Pollyanna-ish, or “off putting.” I’m none of …

It has taken me most of the day to recover the details — details I won’t share here, and quite possibly will never share with anyone at all — but it’s clear to me now that, no matter how clearly I understand the situation in the plain light of day, the heart wants what the …

{What follows is largely excerpted from an e-mail I wrote last night.} The night before I came back from England, I went down to Castle Park and sat on the edge of a little pond where some ducks and a single swan were paddling around. There was a fantastic breeze in the air that night, …

For the second time in just a couple of months’ time, I had another *really* awful dream about my family last night. Something is deeply wrong, and while I don’t know what it is — and they dismiss my dreams as little more than the vagaries of the subconscious, as most rational people would — …

I read this yesterday in the BritLit book I’m reading currently — it totally cracked me up! 🙂 I was insecure. Brian was right. I Googled ‘jealousy’ when I got home and had it confirmed. The jealousy you feel alerts you to your own feelings of inadequacy, apparently. I saw a photo of Ruth in …

Somehow, two weeks’ time has passed since I saw Dave at DaVinci’s. When it happened, and after I had a day or two to decompress and get some perspective, I promised myself I’d blog about it straightaway. And then one day became another, and I got on a plane and flew to England, and now …

When I can be honest — fully, unabashedly honest — and have the person to whom I’m talking react with glee. When I feel comfortable enough to have a frank discussion about things that once made me nervous and/or bashful. When a song tugs at my soul and catapults me to a place far, far …

In the middle of a conversation that covered a good deal of territory, and wide-ranging territory at that, eight words jumped out: “I want to do it right this time.”

I’ll be the first to admit that when I was in my 20s, it was incredibly easy to let myself be swept up in something that felt so very much larger than just me. I’d encounter something that captured my imagination, and I’d mentally be seventeen miles away as fast as you could say, “Wait, …

Last year, en route to the annual Gilbert family reunion in Pennsylvania, my mom remarked to me that it was the first time I was going to the reunion for years — perhaps a decade or more — without dragging someone along with me. And it seems I’m now going to do it again — …