Clarity on a Smoky Day

From the desk of Jayne Battey Paradise, California burned to the ground last night. Here in Half Moon Bay, on the edge of the Pacific Ocean and over two-hundred miles away from this small Sierra Nevada foothill town, we are breathing the smoke from the fire. And it is...

Time Out

From the desk of Jayne Battey “I am so sorry. We are fully committed through the end of February.” Those were the words I rehearsed in my bedroom, over breakfast, at the gym and in my office. I needed to rehearse these words so I would actually be able to say them...

There’s No Crying at Work . . . or Is There?

From the Desk of Jayne Battey She was midway through her practice-run for the board presentation. She was on fire —articulate, determined, visionary and passionate. I was with her completely. And suddenly there was a gasp as her words caught in her throat. She took a...

PauseAndTwinkle.org

  From the desk of Jayne Battey. It is mostly dark outside, with just a bit of morning light peeking into the day. I pour the water, measure the coffee and have a minor tussle fitting the unfamiliar coffee pot into place. The rest of the house is asleep, and as I wait...

What’s up Doc?

“I’ve never eaten a carrot like this in my life.” Sunday Afternoon Guest to the Farm, Age 82.   I may be aging myself, but do you remember the Bugs Bunny cartoons? Bugs Bunny was always chomping on a fresh-pulled carrot. But now it seems carrots mostly come...

Sometimes You Just Fall Flat on Your Face

  I remember the sidewalk rapidly approaching my face . . . or rather my face rapidly approaching the sidewalk. Gravity was not my friend at this precise moment. In about two seconds time the toe of my shoe hit the curb, my knee and hand hit the sidewalk, my bags flew...