I have been at my new job now for 2 months. It feels like I started yesterday and at the same time, feels like I have done this for years. The people are good. The product is good. The day to day is good. I got damn lucky. I landed…

Turning the corner from January to February I should be excited that spring is a little bit closer But instead February is the month that you left us As I considered tomorrow being the first my heart caught and it took me a minute to understand why February is notably a bad…

As everyone has heard, we experienced a large layoff last week. I was one of the lucky ones. My job, for now, is spared. But I can’t stop thinking about how those who were affected are feeling…those who got that email. How can I help? These colleagues had years of…

Well my sabbatical is over and it feels apropos that I write this post on the 13th anniversary of my first day of work at SF. I started at ExactTarget when I was 29 years old, when I knew very little about technology but was confident my skills were transferrable…

It was two nights ago when the first panic set in. On the eve of my 4-week sabbatical, which also happened to be the last calendar day of my Q2, I sat down at my coffee table and opened my laptop, like I do most evenings. As I caught up…

What if he hadn’t gotten sick? He wouldn’t have lost his job after 31 years The money pressure. The pain of losing his identity. The trips to Iowa City. The brain surgery. The money. The stress. The hurt. The unknown. The degeneration that was bound to happen but seemed to…

On a whim one February night, I got this tattooed on my upper thigh. It’s a line from a poem that has really stuck with me over the past six months. Thoughtful in my words. Passionate in my actions. Simple, yet really important. It’s who I have always thought myself…

It has been over two months since I became an orphan. (Is it dramatic to call oneself an orphan at age forty? Probably. But I got my drama honestly. I got it from her.) Grief sits beside me like the guardian angel I didn’t want. Hovering. Lingering. Walking next to…

It has almost been three weeks since my mom died. And time….she is a motherfucker. Time is supposed to heal, but the longer we get away from when my mom was breathing the same air as me, the worse I feel. I don’t believe in the word “fair.” Nothing is…