Image by author It started when my son texted me. “Nice try.” Nice try? I texted back. “What do you mean?” “Nice try on your walk.” Ahh....

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Image by author Sometimes, the bad stuff teaches you about the good stuff. This past weekend, I attended the CHADD online conference....

Image by author I live on a wooded, hilly, two-lane road with no shoulder. It’s lovely, but you must be careful as a driver and...

Image by author It’s taken a lot of self-negotiation to be able to take this week off from my blog. Why would I have to go through a...

Image by author If you’ve never sculpted clay, imagine it like this. You have a big plop of a much firmer version of mashed potatoes on a...

Image by author Oh, stress, you necessary hijacker. We can’t live with you. We can’t live without you. You’re here to stay — though we...

Image by author The other day someone mentioned valerian root. I thought, Valerian root? That sounds so familiar. How do I know this?...

Image by author It started with a simple walk, my son and I in the cold dusk, bundled up tight as we’ve been lately, when the lady’s car...

Image by author It started at the airport. Nearing my gate, I saw a group crowded around a cell phone held high in the air — everyone...

Image by author Not long ago, one of my earliest coaching clients reached out for another coaching stint as she redirected her career. I...

Image by author Mama Weather gifted me a delight wrapped in cold and topped with an icy bow the other day. I knew it was coming, so I...

Image by author These first days of January 2025 will feel eerily similar to the last days of December 2024. This might be because they...

Image by author My family has had a wonderful sense of humor for as long as I can remember. Jokes came from mouth and hand, word and...

Image by author The other day, I was out walking on the trail, replaying a conversation I’d had earlier with a friend. He asked me why I...

I drove south down I-95, hauling the four hours home from New Jersey, listening to a beautiful piano instrumental on the radio. This is...

Since I started this blog over three years ago, I’ve taken Thanksgiving week off from writing. It’s luxurious, like a beautiful spa day,...

The moon was so big — almost glaring if it wasn’t so intoxicatingly beautiful. “You know I love you,” I told it. “I do,” it said, with a...

I sit here in pajamas as my mind goes blank at what to write this week. Do I write something related to the change here in the US this...