"Hey you! Come here, come here!" Her voice, intense and commanding, sounded like it was being stretched taught across a gravel pit. It was my first day on the job. I was 17 and working in a centre that provided jobs for developmentally delayed adults. When I stopped and looked for the owner of … [Read more...] about Job training, elves & bras
Last night I listened to business owner, entrepreneur and TV star Arlene Dickinson of the Dragon's Den at the Forum for Women Entrepreneur's Gala Event. Her captivating journey to entrepreneurship is made more impressive by her humble beginnings. Years ago, being a single mom with four kids to … [Read more...] about Arlene Dickinson: We've come a long way …. baby?
Continuing the spirit of the requisite New Year's musings, my last 3 posts describe an extended, quirky to-do list tool that I use in my corporate training (click here to download a copy for you to use). It has 5 parts: - to do, to continue doing, to stop doing, to not do, to done (no, the last … [Read more...] about My extended quirky to do list part 4 – what to stop doing
How did I get to the middle without realizing I was on the edge? How did I enter this quagmire of parenting a teen without realizing what I was headed towards? Did I miss the signs? Is it like the odd time I missed using a box of hand me down clothes because my kid had outgrown them by the time I … [Read more...] about The Jungle Called 'Teenagedom'
No, this isn't a porn email, rather some overall musings on Kenya and Uganda. You often see public notices here start with 'Polite notice....' as in 'polite notice; please check out by 10 am'. I like that, it's poetic. Time runs thicker here. Am measuring time not in seconds or minutes but … [Read more...] about Polite notice: am naked and waiting
During my recent five days of doing intensive program evaluation training in Kenya for the United Nations,, we created a bit of a spectacle with our training. To keep the content interesting I constantly did games and activities that were frequently very loud. The wait staff always hung around to … [Read more...] about Hippos and Irish Drinking Songs
Here’s to firsts. First kiss. First car, first job, first love. From the first time you triumphed, and the first time you surprised yourself to the first time you left home (and the first time you came back). First time you crashed and burned. First time you discovered your passion. And here’s … [Read more...] about From my first African nocturnal visitor to my first Blog post