What Kind-of A Story Draws You In?

At dusk today a blonde-tufted chocolate-brown/black chicken crossed the street at 115th and 28th Ave NE. A boy named Ike brought it home, on 25th Ave NE. If you are the “owner,” please contact me, and I will give you Ike’s phone number. Dad: We’ll see if Ike makes it home with the chicken on his bike. I’m so proud of him that he thought about the situation and responded. Dad: The Chicken Has Landed. Primarily black with a white-head, and super-tame. Must be someone’s pet. Neighbor 1: I’m super impressed he biked home holding a chicken. Dad: The bird is quite docile. It’s handsome, as far as chickens go. Neighbor 2: Do you know why the chicken crossed the road? Read More Read More

You Can Enter The Empathy Chamber Now

It is now October 2017. Alissa is coming to my Yurt tonight to tell her story. We met this past March at a Townsquared Women’s Breakfast Meeting. Both of us drawn to one another. I love what Alissa is doing with her company Supirb (www.supirb.com) and provide the mutual empathy as we talk about the realities of online businesses and beta testing. She's intrigued by what I do and wants her story captured.

Most of us have jobs we need to work at, businesses to manage, families and communities to love. Our participation in these ordinary events of everyday life leaves us little time for feeling the emotions and memories of the past and deconstructing the survival layers we have put on to live life. We don’t want to peel these layers and get naked unles Read More