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Web3 Is a wild, wild world—and the blah, blah won’t make it easier to tame it. The whole Web3 thing now feels the same way that Second Life did in 2006—Like we had all taken a big breath and we were all waiting for it to explode into something beyond our imagination—flying meetings, world-changing changing…

Imposter Syndrome doesn’t just pop up out of nowhere. Picture this.  It’s winter. Far below zero. Easily a foot of snow on the ground and more is falling.  Your older brother had been out checking the herd and you, a skinny 12-year old,  had been tasked with breaking the ice on the spring to get…

A client of mine is prototyping a new product and the other day they asked me to find “the most feel good fabric” for it. I asked them what “feel good’ meant–their answer was that I ask too many fucking questions. “Feel good is feel good, Rene.”Weeellllllll, not really. I said when I was growing…

My husband will die on Tuesday. That is a really surreal sentence to write. And while I sit here staring at it, it doesn’t become any more real or less surreal. Through the grace of the medically assisted aid in dying program of Washington state, he will be able to let go of the excruciating…

I never understood the phrase, “the silence was deafening”. I mean, I got it on a philosophical basis, but physically? I couldn’t imagine what it meant or how it felt. Now I do. I’m in my house alone and my ears are actually ringing with silence…the silence is so empty…empty in a way that creates…

Other than face serums, mosaic gear, yarn, books, amazing journals with the best paper and pens, I don’t have a lot of stuff. Now Lowell had a lot of stuff. Musical instruments, records, record players (who needs 4?), books, audio books and tchotchkes—lots and lots of tchotchkes. I counted the other night when I couldn’t…

We all talk about time being a funny thing…a week moves too fast when you are dreading something at the end of it and a day moves to slow when you are looking forward to something. But I’m struggling with a different time problem—when is enough time, enough time? It’s been a little over two…

I don’t know about any other women of a certain age, but one of the things on my mind these days is “Who am I for the next 30 years?” What is my next chapter? Who is Rene 3.0? For me, this was brought about by two disparate forces. First, reaching a certain age…an age…

I think about authenticity a lot…like a lot a lot…because “bringing my authentic self” to work wasn’t easy for me. But eventually, after some really cringe-worthy starts and stops over the years, I got it right. And here is the one thing I know absolutely: Authenticity is a woman’s greatest power. Authenticity is a radical act.…