Having dug myself out of the funk I mentioned in my last blog, I woke on Monday feeling myself getting pulled back in, because…well, as Alexander and The Terrible Horrible No Good Day says, “Some days are like that.” True confessions: After finishing a big project the night before, I celebrated with a glass of wine. Afterwards, I predictably …

My starter is broken. What I mean to say is, I feel like a car engine that won’t turn over. Ironically, this awareness came to me as I struggled all week with my inability to come up with an idea for this blog post. I’m pretty sure having the luxury of being stuck over a …

As our country begins to open up, people are scrambling to determine whether and how much to allow themselves and their kids back into the world. When I speak with women, some sound confessional (regardless of which way they’re leaning), while others are throwing their hands up without a clue of how to proceed. I can …

There is a vastness to my days now; one I’m not usually afforded. There’s no morning rush or school tardy to avoid. I have nowhere to be at any certain time, and nowhere to go even if I wanted to. My days are fluid with little appointed times to break them up save for zoom …

A few years back I was in a coaching group with terribly intimidating people – a gold medal athlete, a world class speaker, a surgeon, an actor, even a naturopath who recently treated the highest paid actress in the country. There were twenty-four of us there leveraging our speaking abilities by learning how to tell …

My great Aunt El used to wake up every morning, heave herself to the side of the bed, gaze at the ceiling and say; “God, please let me be nice to my sister Gertrude today.” It never worked. Gertrude was…well…on a dimmer light-switch setting, and Aunt El, like most of us, struggled to maintain emotional …

Often when I encourage women to focus on themselves, I’m met with a sour look of judgment on their face, as though they pity the spouse and children who are saddled with such a selfish hag. There’s a total misconception of what it means to take care of yourself, and I’m here to slay it. …

Long ago I treated a couple named Doug and Melissa (names changed for privacy). On the third session, Melissa came in and let the cat out of the bedroom. “The real reason we’re here is because I’m unhappy with our sex life.” “Oh?” I said raising an eyebrow. “But Doug refuses to talk about it.” …

What if I told you that losing your inner peace is not only an emergency, it’s the only emergency? I know we ladies tend to get wrapped up in the issues of everyone around us, and sometimes the things going on in our lives really do feel urgent. Let me assure you, they are not. They …