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In general, I don’t remember my dreams, but when I do it’s typically because I have woken into them and start acting them out. My earliest memories of these took place at the shack. I’m also told there was a sleepwalking incident where I made my way out to the end of the dock, stood…

Volunteering
I’ve always enjoyed volunteering. I don’t recall all of the opportunities, but some will stay with me forever. As a young teenager, I volunteered with an organization called ANCHOR (Answer the Needs of Children with Handicaps through Organized Recreation). During the summer there was a camp on the beach for ten weeks. It was a…
Growing Up
I grew up in a house that was built in 1888. The rooms were small, the closets even smaller – at best 3 outfits would fit in the closet of most of the rooms. There were steam radiators throughout the house. The house has so many memories. Some good, some challenging but it was the…

Priorities
The current pandemic has given me lots of time to reflect on priorities. I’ve been thinking lots about how I take on tasks – because I can. Not because it’s the best use of my time. For instance, years ago I was collaborating with another organization and had agreed to do many things for them….

A Love Story
Last week marked the end of an incredible love story. My sister’s husband – the love of her life – died of a heart attack – the day before his fifty-eighth birthday. But the story starts years ago. 53 years ago, today, she was hit by a moving van. At the tender age of six…

What Would Bea Do?
This is perhaps the greatest compliment I’ve ever received. And I’ve been fortunate to have received it several times. Couple blogs back I’d mentioned the dad from Pakistan that uses me as an example for his son and employees. This is different, this has been from several perspectives. I teach Action Learning team coaching to…