The noise in my brain has arrested my ability to write. I feel like I am bursting at the seams to share the stories in my heart. But the words are blotted out by the white space surrounding them. I want to yell from the mountain tops that my career
My husband, Tim, was diagnosed with cancer on July 28, 2018. Our time together after diagnosis was a beautiful disaster. This is the 22nd day after my husband passed away from the complications of cancer treatment. Today I went to the camper we shared next to Timmy’s favorite lake in
I lost my husband to the complications of cancer this month. I have known this day was coming for 18 months, I just wasn’t quite prepared for it to happen now. I have so many lovely people in my network reaching out to help with food, wine, flowers, virtual hugs,
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about leadership. It’s kind of a slippery little concept, isn’t it? It’s hard to define, and the granular details differ for everybody. But when we’ve seen it (or not seen it!) we know. I’m fortunate to work with some fantastic people. Individually they know when
Words matter. Using hateful words like fat, ugly, or stupid to describe yourself, even in your head, becomes the energy you send out to the world. It’s time to stop being at war with yourself.
“What a bullshit sack of lemons,” I say to my husband as we progress through month 10 of his treatment for two very aggressive cancers. I’m not exactly sure what prompted me to say it. It might have been the three phone calls I had to make to get an
After a couple of false starts in my career and love life, I hung out my shingle as a ghostwriter and later married a lovely man who is fun and intelligent and seems delighted by my desire to run the world. We signed on the dotted line in a small