This week I get happy…close to home Gretchen Rubin calls it her “Beautiful House” moment. As in, “This is not my beautiful house”, the existential
This week I wear ugly walking shoes Recently I was given a pair of those chubby, stack-soled “fit” sneakers*. You know, the kind that look
This week I get some dream coaching Is there anything more spleen-twistingly, incisor-grindingly tedious than listening to other people recounting their dreams? I don’t think
This week I talk deep Remember the 90s? Ah, yes, they were such earnest, toe-gazing, reflective times. Folk would Quick Unpick the Nike logos off
This week I give the Pomodoro Technique a crack. On this bumpy road to a “better life” that I ride week to week, this much
So, this week I get “wordless” with Martha Beck You know that conversation starter where someone asks, “So who would you most like to sit
This week I get godmotherly. Hands up if you’re a godparent. Leave your hand up if you’re a good (as in, functioning) godparent. You know,
This week I queue in New York* (You might want to play this while you read!) My Friday went like this: ensconced in a blunt,
This week I annihilate my unfinished tasks I call it the Un-Albumed Photo Problem. In households around the world, shoved at the back of some
This week I eat mindfully Now here’s a thought: what if all those folk who take photos of their every meal and post them on