Jodi BarnesPhoto by Pixabay on Pexels even if we missed it the first time I’d love to tell you I was at Yasgur’s Farm in August 1969, but I was 10, surrounded by soybeans and corn in downstate Illinois. Ten years later, my future husband would introduce me to Woodstock’s creative tillers: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Hendrix, […]
Photo by Pat Graziosi on Unsplash I started feeling competitive and it wasn’t helping. Feeling that edge every now and then can be good motivational fuel. But the edge was becoming the whole cloth. The fibers didn’t feel right. I knew too much about my own traits, motivations, and the science behind them. Twenty-plus years of […]
Photo by Amy Ross on flickr I majored in journalism because it was the Seventies. My mother had a radio show at WSOY in Decatur, IL. I thought AM radio was corny, but I was secretly proud of her. To fill an hour of empty air with nothing but a microphone seemed insanely brave. Print journalism […]
Jodi Barnes 