The Blog
Here’s where I share thoughts on the work of moving toward our biggest lives and baddest selves.
3 Invitations for the New Year
A few invitations as this year – this historic, this world-changing, this illuminating, this very challenging year – comes to its close: I invite you to avoid the tropes that shovel all of 2020 into the dumpster fire to be incinerated. Life is too complex,...
Good Values and Evil Actions
Values describe the personal qualities we choose to embody to guide our actions; the sort of person we want to be; the manner in which we treat ourselves and others, and our interaction with the world around us. from ethicssage.com Can a value be inherently...
Spiraling Around a Lifelong Learning
Folks who work with me tend to learn pretty quickly that my braggadocio-filled description of my own artistic talents is the run-up to me sharing some stick figure or line drawing. I actually keep a small collection of them jotted on scrap paper on my desk for...
Mindfulness, Learning, and a North Georgia Candy Roaster Squash
Most Sundays find me in the kitchen, turning that week’s farm share or farmers market take (as much as possible, at least) into our meals for the week and the backups in the freezer. Yesterday was no different with piles of onion and garlic, greens and squash...
Turning Down the Focus on Goals
I often meet clients who are struggling with a part of themselves only to discover that, tuned to a different level, the very thing that most vexed them is also among their greatest strengths. A hyper-focus on what disasters might come modified into an...
The naivety of hope
The word “naïve” kept floating into my world last week. As they say, twice is a coincidence and three times is a trend so when I found the word in at least two articles and one personal email, my curiosity kicked in. What was it about “naïve” that was swirling...
14 Actions of Everyday Activism
In November of 2016, I attended the Women’s March in my hometown of Greensboro, North Carolina, with a friend and our mothers. It was the first time my friend’s mother had participated in anything she considered to be activism. Women across the country...
‘Hey, buddy,’ yourself: A brief guide to self-compassion
This is a friendly reminder – to you and myself – of some things that are perfectly understandable, all the time and especially in this tense moment in history: Feeling scared, anxious, worried, sad, and/or shut down Feeling hopeful, playful, joyful, and/or...
Gritty, Determined, Stubborn Optimism
On Saturday night, Theresa and I hunkered down for the two hours and 40 minutes of theatrical goodness that is Hamilton. Like many people, I’ve had my kick of listening to the soundtrack on a loop and yet though every bit of dialogue in the production is...
Rearranged Socks, Rearranged Thoughts
I was 19 when I bought a proper piece of furniture for myself for the first time. The man at the junk shop – which is to say, the kind of antique store that can be found along poorly traveled roads, selling this and that out of old ramshackle buildings that...