I Lost My Turkey

I lost my turkey

I lost my turkey. I did. I lost my actual Thanksgiving turkey. This is not a metaphor for losing my shit. Or an allegory or an idiom (don’t feel bad if you have to google these, I did). Here’s what happened. I left the Madison Women’s Expo where I’d just given a talk on how…

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Tired? Manage Energy Not Time.

Why do I talk about naps like other people talk about sex? Here’s the story. “I wish there was a way to exercise without it taking up so much damn time. I have so little time theses days.” This is what I heard myself saying the other day.

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