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The Gifts Hiding in Hashimoto’s
This week, today actually, I begin the first day of my 7-week course, The Girlfriends’ Guide to...
30 Years to Life: Lessons & Tales from A Crazy Marriage
Life is never boring. Not for us, anyway…Because today, August 6th, Rock and I are married 30...
I would have loved to have you in my life
I would have loved to have you in my life But you didn’t love me for who I was So I was sad and thought there was something to fix in me I sought acceptance and approval from other peopleIn other places I changed me to fit molds that I didn’t even agree withAnd I...
Why 50,000 People are Excited About My Cartwheel
Tonight, instead of working more after a 12-hour work day, I decided to take my 14 year-old for a beach walk. We walked and talked and when we got to the sand, he did a cartwheel. I used to love cartwheels but the last time I'd done one was 30 years and 50...
Do You Have a Mini-Dictator Living in Your Head?
The last two weeks, I’ve spent my morning meditations with Dr. Joe Dispenza. He’s a pretty good meditation partner to have and here’s why: Joe’s story is remarkable: he got hit by an SUV while riding his bike in a triathlon in 1986 and then, foregoing surgery,...
A Song for You in the Middle of the Pain
I was texting with a friend of mine who was feeling a deep ache. A few months ago, her son was going through a lot and had a trigger of depression and anxiety from some old bullying in school that had happened years ago. Now, out of highschool and away...
The Art of Rest
I went on a super duper huge spiritual journey about 15 years ago (okay, honestly, my whole life has been a massive spiritual journey. For. Sure.) But 15 years ago there was a significant shift when I took on the spiritual practice of rest. Which, as I write...
The Dog Days of Summer
You know, growing up in New Jersey as a little girl, summer time was about eating breakfast and disappearing until my mother called us in for lunch… which we would eat as quickly as possible before heading out until dinner. We’d run and play, climb trees, ride...
What Sea Glass and My Healing Journey Have in Common
I love sea glass. There’s something about the soft-edges of weathered, broken bottles, ushered to shore by the waves that deliver it to me, that makes me feel smooth and special on the inside. It’s a treasure. And sea glass is never the same shape. It’s got...