For many reasons, I’ll admit that January, despite my best efforts to launch into the new year with enthusiasm, has felt slow to me—a place where I am in a bit of limbo. I’ve got a book proposal out and am eagerly awaiting news from publishers.
I got in my Lyft ride on Saturday to go back to my car, and my driver said, “Are you part of the protest?” I immediately replied, “No! Not at all. I was here to stand with others for our civil rights; I was part of a march to move forward.”
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.
I was shopping with a girlfriend the other day, and I had a funny moment at one of my favorite stores.
As I was browsing around, suddenly one of those helpful female clerks caught me by surprise as she said, "Oh, did you know you are in the petite section, ladies?"
It’s tempting, at times, to look at my life circumstances and say, “Wow, with all of this going on, there’s no way I’m going to feel any joy.”
But the truth is, life’s circumstances have little or no value when it comes to experiencing real joy.
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.
"Aging is an extraordinary process whereby you become the person that you always should have been." -David Bowie
It has been said that “youth is wasted on the young,” which leads me to wonder…
What would your wiser Self tell your younger Innocent one?
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.
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.)
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.