Connecticut Green Living

I'm a stickler for details. "Why is everyone doing their year roundups several weeks before the end of the year?" I asked my friend Len. "Well, because it's the way they do it, you know, the year's almost over." I can't remember exactly what he said. "But something incredible - good or bad - could still happen in these, let's see, 12 days." "Then write your roundup and add something in if that happens." So here we are. This was a difficult year, though not without its share of excitement and joy. The principal excitement came when I bussed off to D.C. as I have been wanting to do for a couple years, and attended the National Press Club Career Day . We got free profile pictures courtesy of a wonderful photographer by the name of Melissa Lyttle and I met with representatives of the AP, Washington Post and regional publications around the country. My favorite part of the day was probably "Nail the interview: Advice for succ...

How can I describe my 2022? It was one of the worst years of my life, yet interspersed with moments of beauty and hope. I gave up Twitter and took up whiskey, which I had not drunk in my fifties! January I was enjoying tutoring one of my favorite students ever. This young man inspired me to teach Shakespeare, which I had not done before. I also ghostwrote an article on healthcare disparities during the pandem ic for a Black doctor. It broke my heart to hear he wasn't well himself. The weather was nasty, but these experiences helped the year get off to a rewarding start. February : I finished off a round of press releases for a Hispanic client, which was muy interesante. There would be communication challenges, though, and down the road we'd part ways. I fell apart when I heard Tom Brady was retiring, but was wildly relieved when he changed his mind a few months later. (I even made a video of my tearful self yearning for him to return!) March : It is excrutiating to write thi...