A note I wrote to the author of Dirtbag Rich and the Dirtbag Rich podcast: Blake, I hope you're enjoying your bike tour! I would like to express my profound gratitude for the art you've created and Dirtbag Rich community you're sharing. I devour
Monday hunted me down found me cowering again. Over the last week, I've been lounging in perfect leisure by rivers and majestic outdoor landscapes. This morning, public transportation will jolt and disturb me. One can romanticize a NYC commute (though I have heard folks throw themselves in front
The rain ceasing on Sunday invigorated me to go for a hike. Living in Seattle is like a Noah's Ark montage. I recently heard a colleague and Washington-ite say, "We get 10 weeks of summer," which is two weeks shorter then my optimistic calculation. In
Monday has reared its ugly head. But I had a phenomenal weekend of new activities. On Friday, my personal trainer (aka my husband) suggested we go to the community center gym over lunch. He's frequented the gym and pals around with the retired crowd on weekdays. Claude made
After four modes of transit (rental car, tram, plane and Uber) in a single day, I returned from SF on Wednesday night. The deplaning process is always a test of patience. I am working on my aggression towards slow-moving pedestrians—east coast habits die hard. Thursday brought me to
I awoke feeling groggy and a shower didn't help. If I didn't have to go to work, then I would lounge in bed, order room service and finish my book. I shouldn't complain because yesterday was an unexpected expanse of leisure. I went to
What is the best way to celebrate Pride Month in Washington? Book week-of tickets to a Brandi Carlile concert at The Gorge and bask in the harmonizations of I'm With Her, the Indigo Girls (icons), Maren Morris and Sara Bareilles. The concert ended after midnight on Friday—
A sabbatical-in-progress. I'm counting down to May 28, 2027, when I trade my desk for a loaded bike and a one-way ticket south. Until then — dispatches from the conference room.
