Sorting through my sister’s garage recently, I stumbled across something I recognized immediately – my mother’s leather portfolio full of maps, all still nestled in there. It’s burgundy, with the scrapes and scratches of time, and zippered pockets full of maps – city maps, state maps, national park maps. And inside it still smells like our old house, and her. My mother taught elementary school briefly before she began having children, and I remember her telling me that she re

As the last 25 years of my life have been largely focused on people’s relationships with their work, I’ve always held a special place in my heart for Labor Day. It was established in the late 1800s in recognition of the struggles for workers’ rights, and while those legitimate struggles continue into the present day, the growth of labor unions and the middle class in the 20th century allowed many of us the privilege of thinking of our labor in terms of what it means to us. In

When my mother was diagnosed with fast-moving macular degeneration in her 80s, she knew she might not have her vision much longer. Mom was never interested in using a computer, as my dad was, but her life was full of books, magazines, and newspapers. She was the most well-informed person any of us in our family ever knew, an advisor and campaign treasurer for our U.S. Congressional Representative, a local and regional leader in the League of Women Voters, and a participant in

As a coach, I’ve learned close-up-and-personal that people have very different relationships with planning. This becomes apparent in everything from how we shop for groceries, to how we plan a vacation, to how we tackle a big project or a change we want to make. In working with people on finding their right work, or possibly aiming for a specific job – and really, anything they want to accomplish – I’ve seen patterns and styles of behavior that are pretty darn clear. So I’ve