“We hold so very much, don’t we? So very much.” Tears. I’ve said this more than once to a woman new in her pregnancy. There is no glow yet, there is no round belly, just the constant green malaise of morning sickness, and...
For me it began every day as I rode the elevator from the tenth floor in my heels and business casual slacks climbed into the car with my husband and wept. For me it began as I rocked and swayed and screamed my way into...
Some days, I wish I wanted to be a business coach. It’s not entirely a made-up construct of my own (but rather a fairly well-established idea in the world of coaching) that people are far more willing to invest in themselves if the expense holds...
In the mornings, I try to go for a walk. (After years of lighting candles, choosing oracle cards, tongue-scraping, lemon water, meditation, and various other attempts at creating a meaningful morning ritual, I found that a walk suited me best). I was...
Maybe I’m dating myself here, but I have a distinct memory of a book that unearthed itself in my tween years. It was called “What’s Happening to Me?” and, of course, it was all about puberty. In my work with women over the past...
