Conventional wisdom now says you need 10,000 hours to become an expert at something. I’m an expert teacher. I’m almost an intermediate writer. A bike rider? Pure novice, baby. My hours on a bike reach about 16. Not 16 this year. Not 16 as an adult. Just 16. Total. I got my first bike when…

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One of the things on my to do list this morning is to sign my son up for karate. He’s been waiting for months and the time has finally arrived. Hovering over my shoulder as I pulled up the website, the questions came fast and furious. “What color will my belt be, Mommy?” “When’s the…

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I love my dog. I just hate my dog’s barking. He’s a working dog of some kind, likely generations back he was bred to herd things; trouble is, we live in the suburbs and there is nothing of use for him to herd here. Unable to break the genetic bond to his ancestors, however, he…

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Every year I have the great privilege of spending a long weekend in the majestic Yosemite with nine of my nearest and dearest personal mentors. We started out as professional colleagues almost 15 years ago when this annual retreat began; over the years we’ve evolved into a safety net of strength and courage and laughter…

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  “Get up!” I holler to (or, I should say, at) my kids. “WHY?” they retort. “Nona and Great-Gramie are going to be here this morning and I need your help getting this house cleaned. Why is it that we can’t keep it clean for more than an hour? I swear, as fast as I…

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When I get frustrated with the mess of my house, I organize my sons’ dresser drawers.  Why don’t I clean out my own drawers? Why don’t I even just start with last night’s dinner dishes? Why? Because it’s easier to clean up someone else’s mess than it is my own.  It’s easier to fuss and…

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  At a particularly low point a few years back my husband gave me a book called The Power of the Possible.  I hadn’t said that I wanted it; in fact I hadn’t said I wanted anything. In the knowingness of two people who share a home and a family, however, he knew. He didn’t…

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 As far as failures go, I just don’t do them. Not that I don’t ever fail, but I generally bail out before I do. I’m one of those people who would rather not try than to try and not succeed—pretty much a failure in and of itself, but at least one I don’t have to…

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I have ideas for five books, three magazine columns, two websites, a workshop series, and a partridge in a pear tree. Not really on the partridge; but the rest? All the truth. More to the point, I’ve started each and every one of these projects. How many of them have I finished is the important…

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