The Otherness of Mother’s Day
I spent Mother’s Day being mothered rather than honoring my mother thanks to what we think was a touch of food poisoning. Not ideal but we were together nonetheless and … Read More
Obey Your Exhaustion
May 7, 2018
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Sarah B
I had a cold or something last week. As my mom pointed out, you know I’m not feeling well when I take a two-hour nap on a Thursday morning. Yeah, … Read More
The Ordinariness of Extraordinary
April 30, 2018
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Sarah B
One of the many things I loved about the movie Selma was a scene, no more than five minutes long, maybe only a couple of minutes, that alluded to Dr. … Read More
Networking in the Me Too world
April 23, 2018
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Sarah B
Are you a hugger or a handshaker? For the last handful of years, I’ve asked this question as a regular part of wrapping up meetings with new people. It was … Read More
I’ve been deadlifting asking
April 16, 2018
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Sarah B
I am not awesome at asking for what I want. Sometimes, this shows up in little ways, like not asking a server to have a messed up order fixed or … Read More
Our Two Big Blind Spots
April 9, 2018
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Sarah B
We have a literal blind spot in each of our eyes, a place where there are no receptors, a spot where we just can’t see. It’s the spot where the … Read More
Intention and Attention as a Mindfulness Practice
April 2, 2018
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Sarah B
If you’ve never been to a Passover seder, lemme tell you, this thing can last for ages. The seder is the ritualized meal of Passover. It has its own book … Read More
The Challenge of Prioritizing Important Work
March 26, 2018
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Sarah B
My mom and I were supposed to be in DC by last Wednesday evening for a Jack Canfield event on Thursday. We were heading up to Philly to see more … Read More
The Uncomfortable/Exhilarating Next Obvious Step
March 19, 2018
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Sarah B
Thanks to the creativity and gumption of Linda Vos and Mike Rice, my website is coming back together bit by bit, new and improved in a form that Linda referred … Read More
I’m Drowning in My Identity as a Reader
March 13, 2018
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Sarah B
When I was a wee little kid, I would pull tiny red books off the shelf in our family room and pretend to read them. My summer vacations from elementary … Read More