The Sick Guy - Shoot Him, Tend to Him or Learn from Him?

I want to talk about something that just hit me like an anvil upside the head the other day.If you've ever been in relationship with a man, trust me, you've experienced this:The Sick Guy...(shudders...)Perhaps your hackles are already raised. You're envisioning your man, lying in bed, moaning, asking for soup, and lozenges, and a heating pad, and a glass of water, and a large slice of your very soul. And he's asking for all of it in that voice that clearly demonstrates his eminent demise.Here's the play-by-play:...more

The 4 Commandments of Launching a Program

I have been seriously pushing my edge as of late. I'm no longer drafting along behind (if you've read my Copycat, Copycat blog you'll know of what I speak, but... essentially it means I've stepped out fully on my own.)...more

Are Your Current Stories Serving You?

For as long as I can remember, I've been telling a story that doesn't serve me.At least not any longer.The story is this: I'm a behind-the-scenes type of gal who gets her kicks from supporting others. In other words, I'm not a leader....more
Dear Mom to Country Kids, YES! I loved the All Soul's Trilogy - like crazy love.  What a great ...more

Shape-Shifting Your Story

Whether we realize it or not, our lives revolve around stories and have done so since our cave painting days.Picture it: Cave peeps hunkered down around a blazing fire situated in the middle of the dirt floor, gesticulating wildly about the day's hunt while gnawing on cave lion drumsticks and wiping their greasy fingers on their loincloths.  The Shaman crouches alone in the corner capturing the story with images on the cave wall....more

How to Launch an Offering

I recognize that this post may tick some people off. And... I'm going to write it anyway....more

Copycat, Copycat

I'm not sure who learns more when I'm coaching a client - me or my client.  Perhaps it's how a teacher feels when a genius kid shows up in their classroom and starts to school them. Either that or they mix up a stiff vodka cranberry, eat the ends of their pencils and curse their fate, I'm not sure....more

The Sucker Punch of Anxiety, Depression & PTSD

Years ago I ran screaming from Corporate America  after a scene eerily similar to that moment in Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls when Ace walks into the room with all of the taxidermied animals on the wall and commences to freaking out before he utters, "...this is a lovely room of death." I kid you not, I left my corporate job over "a lovely room of death." (You can read the fuller story here, lest you think I jest.)...more

An Ode to Sugar (from an Addict)

I’ve long had a love affair with Almond Joy pieces. Every night we would climb into bed together and I would caress the blue bag, pulling them out one by one to nibble at the candy shell, hoping upon hope that when I finally bit into the luscious chocolate there would be an almond surprise in there waiting for me.Before that it was Nerd Ropes. Our passionate tryst lasted a good couple of years and I would twirl them around my finger like rainbow locks of hair, gently pulling the big Nerds off the gummy and popping them into my mouth....more

Dear Women, Enough with the "I'm Sorry"

I went to the grocery store a few weeks ago. I needed a package of Almond Joy pieces and some celery. (Don't judge.)I had taken one of those little mini carts, just in case I got a hankering in the chocolate aisle, and upon returning it, goods in hand, I was met by a lovely woman unloading her groceries from her own itty bitty cart so she could carry them to her car.  As I approached her, she looked down and muttered, "I'm sorry."I uttered my cheerfully automated, "No worries," and pushed my cart to the side of hers and pulled my bag of bliss from the cart....more
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The Pause in Perimenopause

Oh. Dear. God. Above…I think I’m having hot flashes.Is it menopause? Perimenopause? Just-o’-pause?Come on baby, light my fire? I’ve never worried about the “change of life” before. Ever. I mean I’ve actually looked forward to it after years of Stage IV Endometriosis and cramps that have left me crying, cuddled in the corner like Baby on crack. But, that was before I knew I was going to be pushed up to the very razor’s edge of spontaneous combustion....more
I feel your pain.  I think I've just come out of the other side of the Men o Pause (and BTW, I ...more