Why You Dream of Being the Bearded Lady

...you'd stand there and let the door slam in your face. 

Why No One Wants to Talk to You

My belief that every struggle serves a purpose runs deep. So, when I was asked to share part of my personal story for a group of over 200 women, I was thrilled to accept. This was the kind of opportunity I'd been waiting for, for a long time. I…

This Blog Blows...

This blog has been a gigantic time sucking leech stuck to my butt for the last week. It's been singularly unrewarding, frustrating and downright maddening to write. Do you know how many stupid hours I've sat here, in my blogging chair, writing…

You are Putting Me to Sleep

You know it.  I know it. The guy sitting across from you, wearing a "My Name is Joe" sticker, staring blankly at you while he stirs a water-downed cocktail at your fancy networking event knows it. Your ho-hum, regular ole' standard introduction…

Stop Being a Weenie

I see you, sitting there on your phone, computer or tablet thinking about how you want to share something. Something to positively impact someone else in a conversation, a blog, article or video.  You want to "say something"... be edgy, inspirational,…
Photo by Lou Gerig

Inextricably Tied

The text came as I was leaving a meeting today.   It was from a friend, telling our group that she and her husband had suffered a tragic loss... again.  My heart broke into a thousand pieces for her, for her husband. I texted her that I…

Shut Up, My Love

I knew Clark was the one from the moment he crushed a mouse that had been running around my condo for weeks.  The sneaky rodent had been carefully avoiding and even blatantly raiding the traps I'd set

Stop Talking Behind My Back

It was the mid-1980s. Smoking was normal, and latchkey kids were all the rage.  I was in the sixth-grade and the youngest of four siblings with divorced parents. My mom was going to school, working during the day, and partying like a freshman…