Brave.

Sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do is ask for help. I tell this to my clients, friends and family all the time. And while I’m often joking about taxes, business advice, relationship woes or picking out the right outfit, asking for advice can be scary. We become vulnerable and allow people to see that we don’t have it all figured out. They see under our layers and straight to our heart. Sometimes, asking for help is more serious. It can mean the difference between life and death.

I learned a tough lesson last week, but I’m learning to listen more and talk less. How can you be brave? How can you ask for help? Better yet, how can you listen to those around you and be their advocate?

Spring Clean.

Growing up, I lived in a spotless home. Every Saturday morning, my mother would divvy up the chores among my sisters and I. From dusting baseboards to cleaning ceiling fans, the chores were always done before play ensued. On the surface, everything looked neat and tidy.

The Big Apple.

I love snail mail. Hand written cards are my jam - along with yoga, sunsets and a good patio with friends - but that’s beside the point. So imagine my surprise when a postcard connected me to a family from the small town of Unkel, Germany some 4,939 miles away.

Lessons From My Ex Mother In Law.

I was 19 when I met this Jackie. Clear as day, I remember sitting on the couch with my ex-husband (then a nervous 21-year-old) as we awaited his mother’s arrival home from a softball tournament. Little did I know then that her vivacious spirit would help raise me from a young, naive college student to a grown woman.

Disconnect to Reconnect.

Society is connected digitally at all times, or so it seems. Yet, we also seem more disconnected than ever. The problem with this is we’re human. We are wired for connection. So what do you do about it? I’ve got 6 ways to disconnect in order to reconnect.

Drama Queen.

I was once labeled a drama queen. Okay, if I’m being honest, it was more than once - and not in the queen-who-wears-the-crown-because-she-was-voted-on kind of way. In college, an acquaintance bluntly told me I loved drama. I was literally appalled.