One year later

A year ago I left my full-time job — the thing I thought was my career. It was creative and rewarding, fast-paced and demanding. I was part of something bigger than myself, working for a non-profit and getting paid pretty decently. I’d been promoted twice in as many years, taken on increasing responsibility and a…

Hanging up my shingle

Some seeds germinate slowly. Last summer, the marquee of the McDonald Theatre in Eugene kept catching my eye. James Van Praagh, spirit whisperer, it said. Or something like that. The kids would be at their Dad’s. I could go. Go, said my intuition. Go! I put off buying tickets until a week or two before…