by AnnSheybani | Aug 21, 2012 | anorexia, bulimia, dating, dieting, eating disorders, identity, Interview, Kimberly Riggins, Love Your Naked Ass, Oriah Mountain Dreamer, purpose, Secrets, self-image, Starting Over, The Invitation
Kimberly Riggins was date raped at the age of 16. That’s when she started seeing the ugly, disturbed, heavy woman in the mirror. “It was my way of punishing myself for not being able to get out of a situation that I shouldn’t have been in in the first place.” As you... by AnnSheybani | Aug 20, 2012 | adventure, climbing lessons, goals, mountain climbing, Patrick Kral, risk, Special Olympics, Walt Hampton
Walt and I just got back from guiding the first ever Special Olympian, up Mt. Rainier in Washington State. Believe me. This was an incredible challenge. We’re talking serious altitude, dangerous crevasses, steep slopes, and the need for technical skills.... by AnnSheybani | Jul 30, 2012 | Bridget Cooper, coaching, divorce, grace, guest post, life transitions, marriage, maternal mortality, parenting, pregnancy, purpose, reinvention, risk, stroke
This is a guest post by Bridget Cooper of piecesinplace.com Like with most journeys, I believe that I was on the path before I recognized the stones that lay before and behind me. Six years ago, I found myself unexpectedly but excitedly pregnant with my second child.... by AnnSheybani | Jul 21, 2012 | Alcoholism, Authenticity, Beth Janery, Boundaries, connection, expectations, God, grace, gratitude, Honesty, identity, Interview, love, manipulation, recovery
Beth Jannery was groomed for success. Taught to always dress for the position above her, and to look good on the outside in order to feel good on the inside, she learned never to be content with where she was or what she had. No matter what she accomplished,... by AnnSheybani | Jul 16, 2012 | Alcoholism, coaching, limiting beliefs, Writing
I suppose I’d always admired my former husband’s unshakable confidence, his ability to see the world in straight black and white, right and wrong. For someone like me— a bit of a floater, unsure of her own opinions or goals— he was like the North Star. It...
