Notes vs. Face to Face

I wrote a frustrated note today to our neighbor. It said something like “Please take responsibility for your dog. It was in our yard today.  It tore the pond liner. When I try to take it back home it BITES me. Please send me your contact information. If you don’t come get your dog within 1/2 hour next time it crosses the fence I’m calling animal control.” Read More


Care Sooner

Countless times in life I’ve found myself apologizing for something. Fairly regularly I find myself apologizing for not doing something or another. You know that feeling that you have when you let someone else down? I know I sure hate that feeling. I’ve found so many times that we end up not caring until it’s


Rules, if you will.

Here are a few things that I try to live by that I haven’t put into words until now. These aren’t easy to follow. Never, ever, ever Do anything that in any way de-values another person. Tell someone that they are stupid. Tell someone that they have a bad idea. Insinuate that another person is


Week Prep

I have this planned event on my calendar on Sunday nights. It’s called “week prep” and I try to do it every week. I make sure I’m not behind on emails, see what the week’s going to look like. The problem with this “week prep” is that I get latched onto something in order to


What do you want from me?

You’ve gotten these emails. You read it, stare at the screen and think, “What do you want from me?” You pick up the phone or walk over to the person’s desk and say, “What are you asking?” You read the email and can’t figure out just what they are wanting you to do.  You may


It’s a Draft

This week there’s been a common theme that has come up that has intrigued me. It’s the difference between communicating “done” and “draft”. When work is sent to me on a project that I’m responsible for, I have completely different feedback if I think you’re “done” vs it’s a “draft” you’re showing me.


Mirabelle Eloise Gratigny

It’s a girl! At least the doctor *thinks* it’s a girl. As the doctor was moving the little thing around and our skeleton, I mean baby, was being shown on the black and white screen…. I was thinking one word. Pink. We’re going to have a pink room! Am I disappointed that we’re having a