The Blog
Here’s where I share thoughts on the work of moving toward our biggest lives and baddest selves.
The Ordinariness of Extraordinary
One of the many things I loved about the movie Selma was a scene, no more than five minutes long, maybe only a couple of minutes, that alluded to Dr. King's infidelities. He cheated on Coretta. Does that make his accomplishments less valuable? Less astonishing? Less...
Networking in the Me Too world
Are you a hugger or a handshaker? For the last handful of years, I've asked this question as a regular part of wrapping up meetings with new people. It was a question I trained myself to use after living in an all-hug-all-the-time small town for years, and then...
I’ve been deadlifting asking
I am not awesome at asking for what I want. Sometimes, this shows up in little ways, like not asking a server to have a messed up order fixed or not asking the person in front of me in the theater to sit up a bit so their chair isn't resting on my knees. Sometimes,...
Our Two Big Blind Spots
We have a literal blind spot in each of our eyes, a place where there are no receptors, a spot where we just can't see. It's the spot where the optic nerve head sits in the retina. Or something like that. It's been a pile of years since my biopsych class in college...
Intention and Attention as a Mindfulness Practice
If you've never been to a Passover seder, lemme tell you, this thing can last for ages. The seder is the ritualized meal of Passover. It has its own book called a haggadah filled with the prayers, songs and, most importantly, story of Passover. Do the whole thing, and...
The Challenge of Prioritizing Important Work
My mom and I were supposed to be in DC by last Wednesday evening for a Jack Canfield event on Thursday. We were heading up to Philly to see more family for the rest of the weekend. On Tuesday, we looked at the weather forecasts and decided on caution over rigidity and...
The Uncomfortable/Exhilarating Next Obvious Step
Thanks to the creativity and gumption of Linda Vos and Mike Rice, my website is coming back together bit by bit, new and improved in a form that Linda referred to, when she showed me the new home page design, as bold. "Like you," she said to me. Bold. It's a word and...
I’m Drowning in My Identity as a Reader
When I was a wee little kid, I would pull tiny red books off the shelf in our family room and pretend to read them. My summer vacations from elementary and middle school were filled with piles and piles of books with pauses for food and bike rides and the like. And...
The fruitlessness of focusing on fruition
I'm a culinary school drop-out. It's true. During the first weeks of the program, I would look around the classrooms and wonder who would drop out; it was well-established that an average of half the entering students would. I asked my budding comrades, who do you...
Discipline ain’t rigid, pal
Friends, last week brought all sorts of big learning into my world thanks to the intimate groups of wise, powerful people who came out to my two New Year Resolution Reboot workshops and my amazing new friend across the pond, Natalia Alvarez. (Hi, you amazing people -...
