Even though I don’t read the last chapter of a book to know how it ends, I do love to know where I’m going to end up in a process. Earlier in my career, I was a good project manager because I could visualize an outcome and drive towards it, while minimizing disruptions and variables.… Read More The Prize Is In The Process
Years ago, while participating in a coaching certification program with The Hudson Institute, I read The Adult Years by Frederic Hudson. That book introduced me to the concept of “life chapters” and how our priorities shift as we age. At that time (in my early forties), I was looking forward, with more runway ahead of… Read More When “Why” Joins In
Twenty five years ago, my son and I were going through a difficult time in our lives. One day, while strolling through the aisles at Borders, I found a large, hardcover book called Color Your Prayers. It held an array of whimsical, black and white drawings, meant to be colored in…drawings that reflected all aspects… Read More Coloring My Prayers
I’d like to think that I’m evolved enough to loosen my grip on expecting specific outcomes. Unfortunately, at times, I’m not. I get an image of what I want to happen and how I want it to happen and then I lock onto it. This happened just recently. I saw myself checking in regularly on… Read More Unsticking The Self
Every year, for the last many years, a group of seven women comes together to celebrate the holidays. I’m one of the seven. Christmas and Valentine’s Day (and one or two more during the year) have become festive occasions to gather, talk, laugh, eat yummy food and grow our bond. We met several years ago,… Read More When A Unicorn Shows Up
My mom would always say that, without your health, nothing matters, and neither fame nor fortune were as important. As a child, I associated that with physical health. As an adult, I now know that the framework is larger. Mental health is also essential to quality of life. Recently, I was reminded of that while… Read More Talent and Torment
When I was growing up, my dad had a large backyard garden. As an engineer, he was meticulous in the planning phase each year, mapping out what he would plant and where, to maximize the yield. I remember that he would spend hours in his garden, tending to his plants, with a transistor radio hanging… Read More Art, Is That You?
This is not a morbid tale. On the contrary…this dark night of the soul has a silver lining. Stay with me. My fifties were marked by moments of deep grief and loss. A shadow came, seemingly, out of nowhere and lingered for quite a while. Grief and Loss for a variety of reasons – the… Read More And So Passes The Dark Night Of The Soul…
What bothers me about cliches is that, oftentimes, they sound so cheesy while, at the same time, are so true. Someone, somewhere, identified an experience and attached some pithy words to it which we can then relate to…sometimes begrudgingly. Here’s my love-hate relationship with a particular cliche: write your own story. The sound of this… Read More Who Doesn’t Love A Good Cliche?
I love polka dots. Big, small, black, white, multi-colored. I don’t know why. I just do. They’re so happy and brighten my mood. When I come upon them I feel my heart do a little dance. Weird? Maybe. True? Definitely. Life is complex and, at times, can feel very challenging (like now, for example) so… Read More From Chaos Come Polka Dots
Through My Mind's Eye 