There’s a special kind of courage that shows up as you age.It’s not loud, like that gold lamé (The name of a fabric!) jumpsuit you wore to a black-tie event. (I sure did!) This courage is quieter, calculated, and accompanied by a touch of anxiety. Did I say a touch? When you’re younger, you gamble on …
I checked my activity on Instagram yesterday and was horrified.Two hours a day! What in the actual f*#k?On average. I am posting this today, because it feels urgent. You can think about it over the weekend. Now in my defense, some days I barely touched it. (I sure hope this includes the dozens of reels …
This is kind of a follow-up to my post about shedding… and the one about writing (or rewriting) your third act. So, here’s what’s happening. In just a few days, I’ll find out if I’m receiving a writing fellowship… aka a grant… aka someone possibly giving me money to do one of the things I …
I saw the coolest thing on Instagram the other day. There’s a place in NYC called The Happy Medium. It’s an arts club. Not a gallery. An actual club for creativity. They offer workshops in pottery, painting, drawing. You can even learn how to build a damn chair or a lamp. You choose from a …
There comes a moment when you realize you’re exhausted and not because you’re weak, but because you’ve been strong for too long. If you’re feeling unappreciated or taken for granted, it’s often not because the people around you are malicious. It’s because you became reliable. Capable. The one who handled it. Fixed it. Filled the …
There’s a quiet panic that settles in when you realize you’re in what feels like your final act. Not the dramatic kind. No curtain call. Just a slow, unsettling awareness that the road behind you is longer than the one ahead. And sadly, it feels as if the life you imagined never fully arrived. (Or …
Damn. Why did I say that? Why did I do that? How did I screw that up? How could I be so stupid? I wish I wouldn’t have……..(Fill in the blank!) Regret is a strange companion. It shows up uninvited, usually late at night or in the quiet moments when we’re finally still. It replays …
I used to believe that holding on was a sign of loyalty. That endurance meant strength. That if something or someone had been part of my life for a long time, I owed it permanence. There comes a moment in life, sometimes quietly, sometimes like a lightening bolt, when you realize that certain things, habits, …
Happy Holidays to All! I will be taking the rest of the year off for self-care and family care. My daughter is navigating a temporary MS setback, and right now my priority is being fully present for her, my grandson, and for myself. This season, I’m choosing to reset. To guide us both through a …
Daily Habits That Add Years to Your Life. GOOD ONES! Many believe that longevity is written in our DNA, but research shows lifestyle plays a bigger role than genetics. In fact, scientists estimate only about 20% of how long we live is genetic; the other 80% depends on daily choices. You read that right. It …