I live fairly close to the cemetery where we buried my mother last year. My dog and I walk through it often. And half the time, I walk past my mother’s grave and think, there’s nobody there, no part of her survived death. The other half the time I stop and talk. Today, I stopped to talk. Or rant, to be more accurate.Read More
Trish swears she can teach me to bake pie. "Have you met me?" I always ask. I am a lawyer. I argue for a living. There is no arguing with pie. And yet, here I am, here we are, opening a pie shop. Trish thinks our story is about acceptance. I think our story is about balance. Structure and content, thought and feeling, crust and filling.Read More
This week, Julia and I met with a business mentor. I left the meeting grateful for Julia’s ability to look numbers square in the face and with only one question in my trusty notebook: Where’s the story?
This question has been dancing quietly through my brain, dangling above the pile of laundry, drifting softly across the night sky. The story is rife with stories. We, Julia and I, have tons of stories. Which one stands out though? Which story is our story….the story of our pie?Read More