Have you ever noticed that as we get older, we tend to spend more time talking about what we’re losing instead of what we are gaining? The conversation often centers on wrinkles, retirement, slowing down, or staying relevant in a rapidly changing world. Everywhere we look, we’re encouraged to maintain our youth, preserve…

Remember when you were a little girl and pretended to be a princess? How did that feel? Perhaps confident, valued, visible, and more than enough. How would you describe it? Why don’t many of us feel like that now in our lives? Wouldn’t it be fun and inspiring to feel that way again? A friend recently…

The older I get, the more convinced I am that happiness is not limited to the big moments that read like a highlight reel. That may sound surprising coming from someone who writes about living vibrantly in a culture that celebrates achievements…

Poor Judgment’s been slandered, accused and maligned, As if using good sense were a terrible crime. “Don’t judge!” say some people. “Be spiritual instead!” Yet without a bit of judgment, we’d all bump our heads. We’d wander through life like a cart with no wheel, Or smile at a snake while ignoring how we feel…

According to an article in Forbes magazine, doodling isn’t always linear. It’s defined as an aimless sketch, design or scribble, often created while doing something else. Its appeal is that the result doesn’t have to be perfect or fit a certain ideal…

Somewhere along the way, I realized I had spent much of my life listening to everyone except myself. Parents. Teachers. Friends. Husbands. Society. Everyone seemed to have an opinion about how life should be lived and how I should fit in. What surprised…

Knowing that you’re in a happy state seems like a no-brainer, right? As the song goes, “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands.” While I am not clapping my hands, I have become aware of my happiness. I am happy. That doesn’t mean I am…

Years ago, before the internet settled household arguments in seconds, my then-husband and I had an ongoing disagreement about the lyrics to a song. The song was “Drift Away” by Dobie Gray. I insisted the lyric was, “Give me the beat boys and free my soul.” He insisted it was, “Give me the Beach Boys and free my soul.”

Let me ask you something. When you think about menopause, what words come to mind? Hot flashes. Brain fog. The end of fertility. Decline. Oh – and possibly the mysterious urge to stand in front of the open freezer at 2 a.m. and call it self-care. Now let me ask you something else. What if every single one of those associations was wrong – or at least, wildly incomplete?

Your life is a STORY of transition. You are always leaving one chapter behind while moving on to the next. Some chapters are audacious and breathtaking. Some chapters are full of unspeakable joy and happiness. Others… well… not so much. There are turbulent chapters that leave…