Have you noticed something weird going on in the spiritual community? — I’m continuing to go down this rabbit hole and try to make sense of what is really eating at me about the coaching, healing, and spirituality industry, and I think I’m getting closer. By and large, it’s not the small players, it’s the industry. The machine is dirty and corrupt…

This isn’t polished or even proofread, but… For those who expressed interest in reading my thoughts on this, you should know that I’m conflicted. …

Don’t forget to add dry shampoo to your survival kit. — Sunday, I wanted to get more groceries for the coming weather, but the roads were too icy to get out of the apartment complex without sliding down the steep incline and careening into the traffic below. Sunday night I lost power. Tuesday afternoon, my apartment was so cold my fingers…

You’re going to need a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a box of rosè. — Maybe you moved to a new city during a pandemic (like me!) or you had your social life turned upside down by a devastating divorce (also like me!). …

You treat him like royalty, that younger guy you’ve been dating. Concerts, expensive dinners, a weekend getaway to wine country, and still he seems so distant. He gives you just enough to keep you hanging on, but he’s often withdrawn and doesn’t return your affection. Soon, this lukewarm romance fizzles…

It’s a common misconception that people don’t like to be angry, sad or miserable. A prolonged pity-party or rant-fest can actually be a form of emotional masturbation. Often we feel good whining, we feel good cussing, and dammitwe feel good beating ourselves up. We absolve ourselves of responsibility by being…

Roughly three quarters of my clients seek my services after experiencing a painful breakup. Many of them have a list twenty items long of things they hated about their ex or reasons he was an asshole, and usually have a hard time saying anything positive about the ex. But they…

Grade school gym class. 1996. Its time for the weekly ritual of picking teams for dodgeball. No matter how often we do this, it will never cease to be humiliating. It’s not that I’m the fattest one, though I’m quite chubby. No, even the fat girls can throw better than…

When Jessica and I hung out, there were a few things you could be certain of: We would be obnoxious, we would get into trouble, and we would laugh until we were rolling around on the floor because our sides ached. I believe we met in pre-school, but my earliest…