The rest of the country and parts of the world may be opening up, but yours truly is staying put. I have a kidney transplant, and therefore no immune system to speak of, so anything more than walking my dogs (while wearing a mask and practicing social distancing) is off my agenda until the transplant…
I have lists of lists. Not because I want to, but because the entire space-time continuum will collapse if I don’t.
Escape back to old Boston with a fabulous fiction/non-fiction pairing! #amreading
Before we begin, let me just say, this is not meant to be a political post. In fact, it has almost nothing to do with the politics surrounding Covid-19 and questions of continuing to shelter-in-place or not. Science says we aren’t out of the woods with Covid-19 yet and probably won’t be for another two…
First of all, I’d like to dedicate this blog post to Mrs. Barbara Bender who taught my high school sophomore year American Literature class. It wasn’t that the reading selections were all that riveting, or that we had any kind of “Oh, Captain, my captain,” kind of moments. What made the class so pivotal in…
I hate blogging on the best of days. Part of it is that I am lazy. But, part of it is that I’m slightly obsessive about creating cast-iron arguments or doing the most meticulous, perfect research. But then, add in Yoast, that plugin that promises to boost your Googleiciousness, and you have a surefire trigger…
Hi, my name is Cait, and I’m a planner addict. No, seriously, you name a planner, I have probably tried it. I’ve done Franklin Covey, Commit30, PassionPlanner, DayTimer, At-a-Glance, Filofax, and even various Kickstarters. That’s just scratching the surface, because I have an itch to be organized. That didn’t come out…quite…right, but you know what…
Don’t get me wrong. I love the holiday season as much as the next person. However, I also love torturing my dog with Christmas costumes, making traditional plum pudding that would fail a breathalyzer and get locked up for DUI, and sending chewed-up Denny toys to my friends’ dogs. So, these pieces of evidence of…
So, Kristen Lamb and I spent a lot of time last week talking about self-help (among other things, including podcasting, serial killers, and why the NSA doesn’t get better phone tap tech – we can hear the clicking!). As the daughter of a psychologist and a social worker, I am genetically predisposed to be twitchy…
Last week was one of *those* weeks. You know the ones I’m talking about. A Sisyphean series of tasks that kinda sorta moved forward but never really got finished. A black hole of productivity where effort went in, but nothing came out. Yeah…that kind of week. In my case, the causes of that kind of…