Ordinary Life, Extraordinary Living
Life Lessons
What I’m Noticing
My apologies in advance for the long posting. Sometimes, when stuff piles up inside, there’s a lot to say when I start writing…. I’ve been waiting until today to blog about Katrina. It’s been hard to make sense of it....
When You Get a “Q” without a “U”
I played the word game, Scrabble, with my husband last week. It had been years since we played, just the two of us, mano a mano. We both love word games and are competitive. We each have taken so long...
Will The Real Carol Ross Please Stand Up?
Middle of the night web-surfing can be fun (no, I'm not talking about looking at pictures of naked people...) I googled myself tonight. You know--putting my name into Google and seeing what comes up. I used to get annoyed when...
Now If Only the Post Office Would Take Note
I was at the PostNet store down the street this past week. I was in a hurry, on my way to an appointment, and needed to get two packages sent with tracking numbers. The clerk, named Rico, looked at the...
You Have Permission
I went to an all-day seminar on branding--and came home by noon. I could feel myself getting bored and while I was getting some good tips, I couldn't see spending another four hours to get a few more tips. No...
I Could Do This Job
I saw this job posting in an email: "Training/OD Manager, Denver, CO, 8 month contract assignment – client is looking for a project manager to help company with major initiative to expand the number of college hires and their integration...
Identity Theft
There's been alot written about identity theft--when someone assumes another's identity for the purpose of committing fraud. But what happens when we lose our identity, not because someone else has taken it away, but because it no longer fits? Who...
Treating the Workplace as Classroom
I'm just finishing the book, The Answer to How is Yes by Peter Block. It's a book that continues the theme started in Block's previous book, Stewardship, of taking individual responsibility to create the world you want, and not relying...
The Look of a Satisfied Child
I am writing this post at 11pm. I have one child sleeping soundly in bed and another puttering in his room with Legos. Both are pretty happy campers. We had dinner at an Italian buffet, called Cinzetti's. They tout 14...