LIVING THE BIG STUFF

This Warmed My Heart

By | December 29th, 2016|Living The Big Stuff|

As you know, this month of December carries so many poignant memories for me--and for my girls, too.

Honestly, I generally don’t like to remember December 13th. It’s a day laden with heavy memory, a marker of grief. This year, though, that day marked the tenth anniversary of Richard’s transition--of “our” transition--and I wanted to commemorate him.

Let’s Love America to Greatness

By | November 10th, 2016|Living The Big Stuff|

Let’s make America great again. Yes, let’s do just that.

We have a new President. He’s the wild card, the Trump card played by a surprisingly large number of Americans who wished to be heard. He led with hatred, he spoke with aggression, yet he’s been voted into one of the greatest positions of leadership our world knows.

When Things Fall Apart

By | October 19th, 2016|Living The Big Stuff|

Stuff happens--all the time--in life, in relationships, and in business.

Just the other day, I was on top of the world. I was in New York City having some amazing business meetings and heading to a lunch meeting with one of my spiritual mentors, Marianne Williamson, when I received an unexpected phone call. BAM! I was stopped in my tracks.

My Friend Has Cancer: What Can I Do for Her?

By | October 13th, 2016|Living The Big Stuff|

Months ago, I received a text message from one of my closest friends. She’s the godmother to my girls, the kind of heart friend who’s walked miles beside me through the ups and downs of life. Lots of life. (College, love and marriage the births our kids, divorce and death--yup, we’ve done it all together. And, now, this too.)

Whisper

By | October 6th, 2016|Living The Big Stuff|

My home sits on top of a knoll in parts of John Muir’s exploration territory in the east bay of San Francisco. It’s a rural valley, and people move out here for the peace and quiet to retreat from the world. Our neighborhood doesn’t even have real neighbors; we are all spread out with land around us. Sometimes, it feels like I’m the only one who lives here---yet sound does travel reminding me that just isn’t so.