It’s been one of those weeks. Who are we kidding, it’s been one of those months. What with this broken ankle and not being able to run, I’ve become seriously…
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I ran into this post a while back. It’s written by another writer and life coach named Marthe. You can read her stuff and learn all about her right here. …
Somebody asked me the other day what I mean when I say, “I teach women how to cut the nice girl crap.” It dawns on me, now, that I…
When I was younger, I used to look to others, mostly men, to rescue me. I was convinced that, if left to my own devices, I would make some horrible…
It was the 70’s. Playboy and Penthouse were ubiquitous on suburban coffee tables, at least in the households where I babysat. My parents, in keeping with the make-love-not-war attitude of…
Because we learn best from people who understand our demons. An alcoholic is best helped by a former drunk. The mother of an autistic child needs someone who has run the gauntlet themselves. You kinda want your divorce…
My friend, L, is the most “normal” woman I have ever met. She doesn’t cart around emotional baggage. Not even a change purse-full. Her decisions have always seemed so… sensible….
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,…
I have this message hanging over my desk. I’m not sure who wrote it. I keep it there because there are those days that I really need the reminder. The…
The trail was 45-minutes long. One of those long, windy black diamond numbers over steep moguls, through unconsolidated snow. My bindings were acting up. One turn, two, and my ski…
