The things we try to carry on our own

The things we try to carry on our own

I had a dream last night in which a woman I didn’t know was collapsing in grief on the sidewalk in front of a brightly lit theater marquee.  As I went to lift her up, she said, “You always know what to do.” I said to her, “Let me hold some of...
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...