I Need a Purpose…Or A Project…Or Something.

It’s 4 am and apparently, it’s my optimal writing time. My only writing time. I can’t sleep and when I can’t sleep, I sometimes find myself writing. And here I…

This Is Not A Time For Celebration

All weekend I’ve been seeing posts of celebration after the Senate vote and confirmation. I don’t care if you’re a Democrat or a Republican, Christian or atheist, black, white or…

What is Fear Asking You To Do Today?

On a recent early morning flight, I blurrily made my way to the first place that served the magic morning elixir I’ve come to depend on to help me jump…

Confessions Of A Former Judgmental Know-It-All

I am a reformed, judgmental, know-it-all. Blame it on the hubris of youth where the oxymoron of thinking you know it all when you actually know literally nothing (a la…

1 By 41: One Year, One Goal

The new year doesn’t start for me on January 1st like it does for everyone else. For me, my new year doesn’t begin with fireworks, champagne toasts or a midnight…

Your Story Is Significant. Don’t Be Afraid To Share It

A few weeks ago, I finished my 12th book this year (the goal is 50), called A Beautiful, Terrible Thing by Jan Waite. It is a memoir of her journey from…

A Band-Aid Won’t Fix Your Problem

I decided the other morning that I didn’t need coffee for my 90-minute commute. I’m still a fairly new coffee drinker, having found this magical elixir only about six months…

When Life Feels Out Of Your Control

Recently, I was put in a situation that was completely out of my control. Being a control freak, Type-A, whatever you want to call it, any situation where I feel…

Running From The Santa Monica Pier To The Las Vegas Sign | The Speed Project 4.0

I’m sure you’re wondering why the heck would anyone want to run to Las Vegas. Well, I don’t really have an answer to that except that I guess it was…

What To Do When You Have A Vulnerability Hangover

I experienced my first major hangover in November 2011. It was also the night I got my “Freedom” tattoo, soon after I’d left my ex-husband when I found out he was…