Why Your Suffering is Real

Expectations are the enemy of progress and the creators of all sorts of crap. I mean, it makes total sense. If I expect a birthday cake and I get a birthday carrot, someone is going to pay dearly. However, if I expect nothing, and I receive an avocado? “An avocado! Thanksssss!” Aside from the connection […]

Making Time: Can We Do It?

I have had interesting conversations with people over the last few weeks about the concept of “the same 24 hours” and the great debate of “I don’t have time.” The thoughts and interest continued with a great conversation with Melissa Hartwig last week, some more conversations with family and friends–and my recent news about a […]

On Punching a Bully in the Nose

I had to punch a bully in the nose a while back.  Actually, two of them. One went after me publicly, and I called her on her crap. The other one – well, I’m not going to even give her a blink of time talking about her.  But she got it square in the nose, […]

Sometimes a Bad Word is All You Need

Then I laughed. Because she would have been so disappointed if I had even thought the F word, let alone said the F word, and horrified most especially if I wrote it on a blog… for the first time ever.

The Sucky Rotation Schedule & The Suck Line

It’s baaaack!  I’m talking about this puppy again! A few years ago received an email from a reader, and it went something like this: I am racing my first 70.3 in a few months. I do most of my workouts when my family is asleep — this translates to 4:30am mornings. Even still, the long […]

The Year of No Nonsense

Shonda Rimes (producer of shows like Grey’s Anatomy and Scandal) has a great book called The Year of Yes,  where she, as a former ‘no to everything’ type gal started to say yes–to events, to invitations and more. She basically started showing up to her own life, and everything changed for her. I know that feeling. I took some […]

When I Am Suffocating, I Do Two Things

Last night before the kids went to bed, the Expert made a bargain with our daughter–age almost-nine. She had a math assignment to complete–which by the way, she totally fibbed about completing–and he bargained that she could do it in the morning. As the Expert left the house this morning (after making lunches–I will give […]

The Food Inspector

When I was a child, my parents would get so aggravated at me during mealtimes.  My dad had nicknamed me “The Food Inspector.” Because I was like the Health Department on steroids. I found something bothersome in almost every meal we ate that came from somewhere else–whether it was Thanksgiving at the grandmother’s, Pizza Hut, […]