Monthly Archives: January 2015
I meet people all the time who seem to think hiring a life coach is akin to having a blow up doll in their closet.
I was reading the news this morning about Scott Hamilton and his feelings about not calling the triple salchows for this year’s Olympics (spoiler alert: He’s just fine) and it reminded me about when my husband was teaching our kids how to rollerblade.
I spend a fair amount of time in locker rooms. Some women are modest (like me) and they are covered in a towel (or two) or they have half their clothes on and the other half of their bodies covered in a towel (again,
I know. Everyone loves to talk about gratitude. We live in a time where, god help us, we have to be told to be grateful and if we can’t remember it on our own,
Let me establish a bit of credibility. My mom had a stroke when she was 49. I was 29. I was her eldest child and she was unmarried which meant I was in charge of the big decisions.
This is a guest post from Dana. She shares about our time together over the last few years.
This is a guest post by Denise. She attended an 8-week women’s workshop last fall.
One night I was scrolling through social media and I happened to catch a post about an upcoming women’s workshop.