I have vivid memories of sitting at the dining room table of my parents' house, note cards and address book spread before me, squirming and complaining to my mother, "I don't know what to write!" The scene unfolded annually in the week following Christmas and my birthday, which are lumped together in a way that …
Category: feeling grateful
My Target Guardian Angel
I like to think of myself as someone who generally has her sh*t together. Someone who is skilled at multitasking, who keeps her cool when things get stressful. Which is how I found myself at Target last week staring at one cart full of children squirting poop and tears and another piled high with cartons …
The Growth Curve 