In my journey as a student-practitioner with Whole Heart, I’ve been thinking, reading & talking about courage a lot lately – and not the kind that would prompt our favorite timid Panthera Leo to mend his ways along that yellow brick road. Rather, I am speaking about those ordinary and everyday choices which form the…
The following is a guest post contribution from one of the You Speak, We Listen speakers (Sept 2020). NIGGER! NIGGER! NIGGER! I can still hear those words piercing through my ears as if it were yesterday. I heard that vile word for the first time in my adult life while driving my car in Southern…
On Tuesday, September 15th, 2020 I did something that terrified me. Not in the boogeyman under the bed ready to snatch your ankles and drag you underneath kind of terrifying, but the jump from an airplane in exhilaration kind of terrifying. The kind of terrifying that comes with the internal knowing you’re about to do…
When you end up in your 30s post-divorce and stuck in a job that ignores your potential and would never suggest you paid time and money for higher education, you wake the fuck up. You look back on all the things you thought you would do, all the aspirations you had, and realize your life…
I am a bit of a bleeding heart. This does not fare well in choosing a better partner. Those who know me, or at the very least, watch enough TV with me will attest that ASCPA, St. Jude, Operation Smile, and other such commercials make me weepy, tug on my heartstrings, and just nearly have…
The last post I published to my blog was about the time I intentionally tried to date nice guys. And it got me thinking about the age-old saying “nice guys finish last.” People have said this forever. I’ve never given it much thought as to why people say this. Why do they finish last? It…
When I got ready to move back to Vermont after finishing grad school, I knew the one thing I would miss would be the metro park down the street from my apartment. It had become an old and trusted friend, another home, a place to center myself and be. Something about my solitude and comfort…
Despite popular belief, I do have control over my use of the ‘F’ word. Most people wouldn’t know it because they have this assumption that I always shoot from the hip and don’t censor myself. Like I just talk and don’t think about what I’m saying. While sometimes this is true – especially in person…