My Self-Employed Life

This week has possibly been the most challenging one since I became self-employed (again). I ended a client relationship, and promptly realized how behind I was with my other clients. Another incident made me realize that I need to formalize my consultancy by getting business insurance ASAP. Renegade is in two months and I haven’t […]

When I was twelve, I taught myself to ice skate. I didn’t take classes; instead, I went to the ice skating rink regularly, wearing stirrup pants (remember those?) over knee pads (no, I was not cute at twelve). I needed the knee pads because I fell. Like, all the time. I remember an adult saying

The past couple of weeks have been so busy. I’ve jotted down many ideas for posts, but haven’t had the time to form any of them into a cohesive narrative. So, this week, I’m linking to one of my favorite posts from last year, “The Trap of Perfectionism.” A teaser: “What they mean to say

Today, I thought of Wallace Stevens. If you didn’t study American poetry in college (for some reason, I did), you may not be familiar with Wallace Stevens. Mr. Stevens was a prolific, critically-acclaimed poet who first gained fame when he was fifty. Fifty! Not only was he fifty when he started doing his best work,

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