Finding My Wood

When I turned thirty, I was angry and unhappy, but didn’t really know it.  I figured that niggling feeling, the one I couldn’t really identify, the one that wouldn’t go away, was the natural result of having two little kids, too much time with...

What Will It Take To Let Go?

I received a note the other day from a woman who has flirted with the idea of coaching for nearly two years.  She’s sent me several letters during this time and in each and every one she recounts the same sad story about living with her deadbeat boyfriend, how...