Love Yourself. These words are emblazoned across a pyjama shirt I bought recently. I love it, and I hate it, and I would never wear it in public. I’ve been told, insistently, all too many times by friends and by sunbeam-lit Instagram posts, to...
Some of us are trying to remember how we like our eggs and the kind of music we used to love to dance to and the clothes we liked to wear before our closets filled with Slacks and Sensible Shoes. And sometimes, in the midst of all those runny yolks and Ani...
Over the past year, as I’ve been researching the online program SeaCHANGE: The Art of Navigating Transition, and really finding my way into the work that I do with women, I’ve read a mother lode of books. It was nearly two years ago when I realized that...
Let me tell you a little-known story about me. When I was in my early teens, I watched the movie Forrest Gump. I watched it just once or twice, maybe, but it left an indelible impression on me. I chuckle, a little, that a somewhat bizarre movie about a...
My heart leapt into my chest when the courier truck stopped at the bottom of my driveway. I knew the package was on its way; I had been waiting for it all week. I’m not sure why I allowed its safe arrival such importance and gravity, but there I was,...
