William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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- Entering Elma | field notes from the Pacific Coast May 28, 2017
- Love songs, prose, for the Pacific coast May 24, 2017
- ‘One more time around’ May 23, 2017
- Jupiter’s Beard in B minor May 22, 2017
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Tag Archives: corporate america
‘Blood stain from a rabbit carcass on the front doorstep’
It took me 55 minutes to walk from my mother-in-law Beth’s back to our house after dinner. It was dusk but I didn’t get rained on, I got home before dark. There’s a part of the walk that goes up … Continue reading
Six days in hell one May, Las Vegas
I needed a win pretty badly. I’d just gotten off a project from two years that really never went anywhere. I didn’t realize there’s a skill not only to leading projects but killing them or figuring out how to get … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir
Tagged corporate america, humor, Las Vegas, Project management, trust, William Pearse writer, work advice, work identity
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Early autumn mixer
In the morning the moon was a hook and we sat under it going down. Lily and I went birthday shopping for Charlotte intent on a guitar and a bake set but came out with a $120 giraffe. No one … Continue reading
The motivations of a ghost
When I took my first sabbatical in 2009, I left in July and came back mid-November. With the way it worked, you could go for up to six months and return to your old position but after that, and up … Continue reading
Posted in musings, travel, writing
Tagged blogging, corporate america, creative nonfiction, ghosts, Memoir, parenting, William Pearse writer, work-life balance, writing process
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‘Is it heaven or Las Vegas?’
On Mondays I’d play Miles Davis driving in to work, “Kind of Blue.” I liked the wordplay and the solemn start to the album that matched the start of the work week, and seemed to be saying you’re fucked, but … Continue reading
Posted in musings, writing
Tagged capitalism, Cocteau Twins, corporate america, creative nonfiction, Memoir, Miles Davis, parenting, travel, work-life balance
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Four months 18 summers ago in France
In the fall of ’97 I announced I would be leaving my job at Starbucks that December, moving home to Pennsylvania for a few months and then on to southern France, to live in a condo on the beach a … Continue reading
“All Right Now”
When I started up at my last job, the corporate memos were the same style as a competitor I worked for prior, because the competitor had stolen the Word template and just changed the logo at the top, but kept the … Continue reading
Posted in writing
Tagged aging, coming of age, corporate america, existentialism, identity, Memoir, Portland, Seattle, the nature of art, Wordpress, work, work-life balance, writing
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