I Named My Inner Procrastinator “Juno”

I Named My Inner Procrastinator “Juno”

Hey. Yeah, I know. It’s been a minute. It’s not that I haven’t been thinking about writing. I think about it every day. It’s just that I haven’t actually sat my arse down in front of a keyboard. Well, that’s not actually true. Facebook knows it’s not true, and Jimmy...
Presenting Strength, in 15 Minutes or Less

Presenting Strength, in 15 Minutes or Less

This is the second in a series of moments in which clients do important, transformational work that makes me want to give them a standing Ovation. Some details have been changed to protect confidentiality. Every word in every client’s story has been vetted and...
The Irony of Judgment: An Ovation to “Tom”

The Irony of Judgment: An Ovation to “Tom”

This is the first in a series of moments in which clients do important, transformational work that makes me want to give them a standing Ovation. Some details have been changed to protect confidentiality. Every word in every client’s story has been vetted and...
Never Apologize for Chocolate Mousse

Never Apologize for Chocolate Mousse

Trust that your generous gestures are enough. I have a lovely friend who gifted me some “surplus” homemade chocolate mousse (surplus? Not in my house). As she handed it to me, she apologized for a bit of visible whipped cream that “wasn’t...
I’m Over It. Not.

I’m Over It. Not.

It took me many years, lost friendships and missed opportunities to understand: anytime I even think the words “I’m over it,” I am telling myself a story. It’s a story of invincibility from the most bullet-proof version of myself I can conjure up. It’s a story about...