Par for the Course

“It’s par for the course” I found myself whispering as I walked to the small table for two by the window at my favorite local coffee shop. I smiled as I slid into the wooden chair that was waiting for me. Smiled and stifled a laugh as I remembered mentioning the same words to client…

The Grit To Be Gracious

Every now and then my three year old self threatens to come out. She threatens to throw a tantrum, leave a mess in her wake and demand my full attention. She can be relentless, especially if what she needs is rest. Maybe in the form of a nap, maybe in the form of a break…