At age 36, I realized a horrible truth: I liked avocados. But what the hell does this have to do with anything? Everything, my friend.

I never wish I’d taken the left. I just take it.

A minute discourse on passion. With some puking.

When we leave the house each day in search of our fairy tale, I don’t believe that we go looking for love. I believe we go in search of access.

Why does The Redhead love coming in (almost) last? Check out the upside to downside, bike-style.

Screw the fine print. Colorado says I can’t drive without glasses, but the one thing I don’t need to put on my glasses to see is love.

Over the course of an hour this morning, I realized what’s really important. It’s strange how my list of priorities suddenly changed.

It’s true: I’m knocking on the big 4-0’s door and I never thought I’d be the kind of person to work without a net. But I am.

When I needed to grow from a part-time, one-woman show into a full-on consulting firm, something became clear: I needed to stop running through hallways on fire.

The Redhead went to ARTMA in Denver last Saturday…she lost three eggs but walked away with wood.