The Masks We Wear

As Halloween approached memories from my childhood are bubbling up to the surface. One in particular captured my attention.   When I was about five, my Uncle Ed created a costume for me. Tradition was that we dressed up, went trick or treating around the...

The Lives We Touch

I first met Hank on a rainy Christmas morning three years ago. He was sitting on the sidewalk outside of Peet’s Coffee cafe where Jude, Max, and I were about to celebrate our good deeds. We’d just spent the last hour or so delivering bags of goodies to the homeless....

Right in Front of My Face

For the past few weeks, I’ve felt like I’ve been hit by a truck. Despite seeming that life is rolling along on my Facebook page and that I’m in a state of joy and happiness––and I am when I’m with Jude and Max––for the most part I’m feeling pretty miserable.   I...

Dancing on the Edge with Mom

Two and half years ago, I stormed out of my mother’s house after unloading a lifetime of resentment, frustration, and anger on her. I’ll spare you the details, but in essence, it wasn’t pretty. I took a plane the very next day to San Diego to be with my children,...

The Universe Abhors a Vacuum….

A couple of Sundays ago, I woke up from a dream where both of my mentors––Jack Canfield and Deb Sandella––were speaking to me. Jack’s signature smile was present as I heard him say, “You need to focus.” Deb was there offering me a prescription for Paxil, saying that...

My Needs are Just as Important as Your Needs

I was half a block away from my office where I was meeting a client when I hung up the phone, choking back tears and wondering how I was going to pull it together enough to do a RIM session. One thought was going through my mind, “I am so tired of fixing everything...