Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Every now and then…

Every now and then I ask The Universe for exactly what I want. I light the candle. I close my eyes. I hope. I dream. I decide. This time as…

Death of a Product…

Product Management is not a flashy job most of the time. A good Product Manager is always looking for the right thing to build for her customers. She is asking…

Listening…part 2

A couple weeks ago I wrote a post about being the listening receptacle at work. In it I lamented a bit about the fact that I’m not longer an expert…

Staying in Day 1…

Reading Journal

Staying in Day 1 requires you to experiment patiently, accept failures, plant seeds, protect saplings, and double down when you see customer delight. A customer-obsessed culture best creates the conditions…

Listening…

Yesterday was a long day. There are often days when I feel like I am the listening receptacle to the people I work with. I am often the leader on…

Revisiting Lilly…

In mid-October of 2012, we were all watching as Mitt Romney flailed around on stage talking about how, if elected, he had received “binders full of women” to choose from…

Are you my mother?

  I was probably 5 or 6 the first time I told my sister Kelly that I was old enough for her to tell me The Truth. The Truth…that I…

A Year of Resurrection…

This time last year I was in the throes of a depression. I’d walked away from a horrible job at Expedia. I was on vacation, but I knew long before…

Permission…

Liz Gilbert outdid herself this weekend. She showed up, led us, was raw about her life, and asked us to meet with the parts of ourselves that may be hiding…

Glimpses of Love…

Today I caught a glimpse of myself in a storefront mirror as I walked down 4th Avenue towards my friend’s house. When I’d dressed earlier that day and applied my…