Here we are in the first month of the new year. It can feel exciting if you are happy to say goodbye to 2025, and it can feel daunting… and it can even feel both at the same time. Before the holidays began, I read an article by Maria Shriver…

Last week, one of my clients told me they thought they had “burnout.” Then they listed everything they had to do: The extra work project. The overly needy friend obligation. The thing they hate that they volunteered for…

What is this thing called happy, my friend?
Does it start with a wish—or come near the end?
Is it chickens in pots? Or cars shining bright?
A Mercedes at dusk with the headlights just right?

Do you need to feel better? What can you do about that right now? You don’t have to wait for your next vacation or the weekend. Invite yourself outside to sit on a bench in the park for a few minutes or for a short stroll…

As the new year settles in, there’s often a quiet pressure to move forward quickly. New goals. New routines. New expectations of who we should be now. But before we rush into plans and resolutions, I want to invite you to pause – just for a moment…

Not desire. Not infatuation. Not longing. This LUST is quieter – and far more durable. And much more important. The start of a new year has a way of asking quieter questions than we expect. Not the loud ones about resolutions and reinvention, but the subtler…

Standing at the threshold of a new year can feel like standing at a portal with one foot in what was, one foot poised to step into what could be. For women over 60, this moment holds power. This phase of life offers you the freedom…

Step right up to the Game of Your Life—
Not the mild sort, not the lukewarm-lite.
No, this is theBIG one,the bold neon swirl,
Where you spin the dial and design your whole world.
Guess who’s in charge of it all? Surprise! It’s YOU!
You’re the boss, the head honcho, the whole kangaroo…

When I became a hospice volunteer, I imagined – considering my background as a reporter and writer – that I might be able to help people who wanted to write or record their life stories. I thought it would help people make sense…

I saw a meme a few months ago that I posted on my Facebook page, and it resonated hugely with my community. It said, “It’s like no one in my family appreciates that I stayed up all night overthinking for them!” We all laughed about it, because for many of us…