In This House...

I remember as a child hearing my parents and grandparents use the same phrases over and over again, they drilled it into my head and I was so irritated when I'd hear...
"Three no-thank you bites" - meaning, I had to choke down what ever nasty food they put in front of me (Well, at least 3 bites of it) like broccoli, Brussels sprouts, or kidney beans.

Inagural blog

I write this blog, the first of my personal blog site, at 30,000 feet in the air on the way to San Diego for a Board meeting. I struggle with balance between my complex and globally relevant job and my beautiful wonderful family. I cannot be without both worlds or I am out of homeostasis. There is a lot of guilt in this conundrum, because I am constantly accused of being too committed to the "other" world. Can I not be me? Can I not be the complicated and multifaceted being that I am? Must I pretend that the "other" side of me does not exist? So this is my summary of me.