Leaning In . . . or Thinking About It
If a friend hadn’t pressed Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In on me, hadn’t insisted on lending me her copy, I wouldn’t have read the book. There’s just so much else to read, after all, and I had…
View PostIf a friend hadn’t pressed Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In on me, hadn’t insisted on lending me her copy, I wouldn’t have read the book. There’s just so much else to read, after all, and I had…
View PostI had such a lovely weekend with four of my sisters and my sister-in-law up at Whistler. I hadn’t been up to this ski resort for 15 years, despite it being only a 90-minute drive…
View PostAs you can see, I’m not yet over the jet lag, but that does have the advantage of allowing me to watch a sunrise from start to finish. We’re nestling back into the home routine,…
View PostI’ve been busy writing another post about my history in French,part of a proposed continuing series that so far is hitting a high of one post a year. . . .I’m hoping to get it…
View PostA window of a small independent publisher’s bookstore/office, somewhere in Paris’ St. Germain area, if I remember correctly. I have a wealth of bookstore window photos — can’t seem to resist them. And those chairs…
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