In October, I attended a Wise Working Women networking meeting with guest speaker Elizabeth Gifford Maffei of BEmpowerfulU Coaching. She's an intuitive coach, and her discussion was on how to ask and listen to the angels in our lives. Now, as a non-religious but spiritual person, I'm not one for using such definitive terms as "angels"… Continue reading Say I Am Instead of I Want
On her way to my house, she passed a coffee truck, Gratitude Coffee, and felt the vibe. She was running early, so she texted to ask if I'd like some tea or coffee. Yes, please! After a rundown of the options, I asked her to grab me an iced Hippie Tea. I'd never heard of… Continue reading Things to Help Be Zen: CBD Oil
Maid I knew this. I knew having kids would be messy. What I didn't expect was discovering the petrified half-eaten slices of bologna in the Lego box. What I didn't expect more, was for this to happen on a somewhat regular basis. No one – no book, no doctor, no parent – could prepare me… Continue reading The 6 Mom Roles I Play
Glasses are from ItsZen30.com I'm a big fan of coaches. Life coaches, health coaches, career coaches, yoga coaches, etc. After almost two-and-a-half years of therapy, I was tired of examining the past and at the right time, two fantastic coaches entered my life. My career coach explained to me the difference between therapy and coaching… Continue reading Empathy ≠ Compassion
What I do know, is the greatest honor I can give his memory is to never forget how short life is. How fleeting our opportunities to be with people we love are. How lucky I am to have a spark of light for a husband. How lucky I am that I got to know Sam and I'm getting to know Susan better now. How lucky I am to have kids, and a mom, and a mother-in-law, and friends to drive me crazy!
There was a time when I would've been humiliated despite there being no one to bear witness to my tampon crisis and underwear snafu. I would've called myself all kinds of names synonymous with dumb. I would've packed it in, called it a night, kissed my $25 and girl's night out goodbye because who wants this dumb b*tch who can't even pull on her underwear the right way at their yoga event?
I could barely hear her words through the sobs, but I already knew what she was telling me. They were once my words, coming now out of her mouth. “He won’t be here for Christmas.” “My son won’t know his father.” “What am I gonna do?” I tried to answer with support and without crying.… Continue reading Sometimes It Sucks So Much There’s Nothing To Say