Dad was right about this

Dad was right about this

My mother loved to paint. I’m not talking art, I’m talking rooms. She’d head on over to the local Benjamin Moore store and buy three gallons of whatever shade of yellow was on special, and cart them home in our station wagon. Next, she’d set up the step stool, even...
Oh, I could SO do that

Oh, I could SO do that

Not long ago, I overheard a group of young women discussing Gal Gadot of Wonder Woman fame. One of the women read aloud from an article on her I-phone, a basic summary of how the actress had turned herself into a jaw-dropping, sword-wielding Amazon over the course of...
More addictive than sugar

More addictive than sugar

I bring this post back every few years, usually after a worry-filled conversation I’ve had with a friend or client. Sometimes one of these nice people need the reminder that worry is an utter waste of time, sometimes it’s me. I just got back from climbing...
With Truth Comes Peace

With Truth Comes Peace

I received this beautiful note a while back in response to one of my newsletters. I’d like to share it and my response with you.  It’s relevant to you writers out there, AND to people-pleasers. Thank you for your raw honesty. Your courage inspires me,...
Track the things that matter

Track the things that matter

Here’s the the thing about elite warriors like Jeff Orr, one of my most favoritest clients: They know how to handle stress, manage lots of vital data coming at them fast, and pick out high-yield targets from the blur. One of the keys to their success is the...