Once A Buckeye

Two weekends ago I traveled back to Columbus Ohio for the 30th Anniversary celebration of the Ohio State Women’s rowing Team. I did not anticipate what a profound experience it would be. I am still processing. All I felt. The old friends I saw. My family. Starboards. And ports. The Scioto river. The boathouse....

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You Lose Some

Yesterday we had our second year case competition as part of the Foster Evening MBA degree requirement. My team of five had one week to analyze a case and prepare a twenty minute presentation. There were seventeen teams that presented yesterday afternoon in front of a panel of judges. Then the top four were...

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Blood Flow

I’ve been an athlete my whole life. And I’ve had a lot of injuries. Over the years I learned that the worst thing for my injuries was to simply stop doing the activities I was doing that led to the injury in the first place. That only made things worse, mentally and physically. What...

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Right There On The Surface

My mom was always a cryer. She’d cry after our basketball games in high school. She’d cry at tv commercials. She’d cry looking at a beautiful painting. It was sort of a running joke between she and I. My mom was moved by life. By beauty. By love. And her emotions were just there...

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Take On Me

I write this weekly post about recruiting for work, and I was originally going to share this post there. But today I decided I need to stop saving my good stuff for work and actually share it with you. Work doesn’t get to have the best of me when the world is so in...

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I Have Power

Things I’ve done since the election: – checked in with friends and family – revisited a book I’m writing and started revising it again – donated to charity (Philadelphia City Rowing) – worked out harder and channeled my anger into making my body healthy and strong – prioritized my health – checkups, vaccinations, time...

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Not Opposed Or Open?

Today I was chatting with my son and he asked me something. I said “I’m not opposed to it.” And he said “does that mean you’re not open to it?” And he asked me what “opposed” meant. I said opposed means against something. So when I say “not opposed” I mean I’m not against...

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The Front Of The Line

You can get to the front of the line by cutting in front of others or you can wait your turn. You can shine by turning the spotlight on yourself or shining it on others. But doesn’t waiting and lifting others up mean I don’t get the attention I deserve? Isn’t that passive instead...

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