the WHY question

The car is where my 4-year-old and I have the best conversations. There are times when I’m driving and covertly trying to reach into my purse, unlock my iPhone, and hit the “record” button in the voice memo app because I want so badly to capture…

On April 2, 2002, I got laid off. Well, maybe fired. It was a situation where no one did anything wrong, but the job was just a wrong fit for my skills and, well, my income goals. The problem is, I was just about to buy a house: the day before the…

I am going to go against what some pretty wise yogis and spiritual leaders teach about energy levels and positivity, and say this: You need to get mad about something. Really mad. Red-faced, sweaty, dripping-with-cortisol-and-adrenaline mad. Because…

Tomorrow marks the two-year anniversary of the death of my brother, Paul. So, it’s not a great week. But I also know that what happened this week two years ago set a new course for me, in a completely roundabout way. It’s complicated. And…