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A Life of Priorities
I remember being 22 years old and sitting in an auditorium with 160 kids on the...
30 Days of Transformation
Spring was full of focus, a ton of work, and not a lot of balance. I felt like the dude in...
Parenting in Love Instead of Fear
Parenting.There’s nothing that will tap your insecurities, fears, and neuroses quite like parenting will.If you’re just joining us for this series, be sure to check out last week’s blog where we talked about the one thing you’ll need to let go of in order to have an...
The Secret to a Pleasurable Life
Life is more pleasurable for the person who is surrendered. But surrender doesn't sound like as much fun as a vacation in Hawaii, so people book tickets there, instead of realizing that the aloha spirit isn't about the place you go, but the capacity you have for it...
You Can’t Please Everyone
You can't go around pleasing everyone. The people who are going to be easily offended by you were already working up to that crescendo in their life way before you entered the scene of their crime. They were drama-filled cutting people off needing people to say things...
What Love Doesn’t Need
If someone needs you to agree with them on every detail of their life in order for them to feel loved, then, you're not really in a relationship you're in a cult. If you can't feel or believe differently without being punished in return, then, it's not love. Healthy...
The Kind of Person You Can Go to Bed With
So, I keep checking outside to see if it's a full moon... I even went on to ismercuryinretrograde.com to see if that's why people were acting like werewolves. And then, I heard about the solar flares (which I DO believe affect us, especially women) and it comforted...
A Turn-Around Ta-Ta Moment
Okay, wow. I looked at my last post and it was a month ago. Sorry about being MIA. I've been finishing a new book due out before the end of October and I've been flattening my butt with writing that. I'm excited -- more details coming soon. Promise! Anywho... so, it...
I remember driving back from Texas a few days after September 11. I looked up, out the window of the borrowed car we had been given to return to Southern California which was 'home.' The sky looked almost too-blue and eerily-vacant without any planes passing over...