The Letter to Soup
A wine club member who left over an industry discount, kept buying the wine for two years, and rejoined in
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The Fourth Wine
The event was Saturday, the day before the conference opened, which meant everyone drove themselves. Fourteen of us, in fourteen
Guess the Wine
San Diego had a few quiet days left. Comic-Con was almost on the city, and once it landed the Gaslamp
The Last Four Bottles
The party was on a Sunday in the middle of July, out on the lawn behind the tasting room, the
Death by Clone 115
A note on this one. I walked this tasting room floor myself. The names are left out to protect the
The Twenty-Minute Grace Period: Barbera and True Hospitality at Portalupi
Past the Closing Hour: Finding the Soul of California Barbera Healdsburg on a midsummer Wednesday afternoon sits in a rare,
Why Didn’t I Hang It All Up at 65?
Today is my birthday. I turned 65. And if there’s one thing thirty years of leadership burnout resilience work has
Twenty Minutes East — And Everything That Comes With It
We moved this week. And somewhere between the boxes and the bubble wrap I found myself thinking about leadership resilience
