You get to change your mind You get to make mistakes You get to vacillate You get to take your own sweet time You get to be angry, or hurt,…
If I were to teach a course about overcoming the emotional damage and the misconceptions picked up from alcoholic parents, this would be the semester’s assigned reading. You’ll see me…
I received an e-mail this week that speaks to so many of us raised in alcoholic households. I just went through a breakup again on Saturday. My 34th birthday. There…
Have you put your “totally unrealistic” dream on the back burner because you can think of 10 problems right out of the box? I was watching a fox and her…
I got invited to a funeral last month, if you can call that sort of thing an invitation. My friend’s elderly mother died after six months of sliding down hill….
I was thinking about my relationship with discomfort this morning on my long run. Walt and I set out to do 12 miles, and sure enough, at about mile 6,…
Lately I’ve started noticing this nasty habit we women have of downplaying our magnificence. It seems that after years of living with ourselves, of taking our talents, gifts, and accomplishments…
Like a lot of overachievers, I hold myself to impossible standards. It’s bought me a lot in life: it’s also created gratuitous stress. This morning, even before my eyes snapped…
Do you think people are chosen for awards and recognition because they shine so brightly the world can’t possibly ignore them? That they get plucked, in all of their magnificence,…
One of our greatest strength as women is our softness, our femininity. All that muscle-flexing we engage in, particuarly in the work world, doesn’t buy us respect, or love, or security; it drives…