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This year has taken many of us down the rabbit hole, and we are wondering when it will be safe to poke our heads above ground and get our lives back. I wave to neighbors, text and zoom with friends and attend church online, but the only living being I see face-to-face is Annie, and

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I’ve had two conversations in as many days with women whose careers are in transition. As we discussed what’s holding

Last week I shared the first post in this two-part series: “8 Ways To Take Charge of Your Life.” If

I hope you find what I have to say useful, starting with these 8 powerful ways (Part 1) to take

“Here,” the photographer said. He slid my portfolio back across the table. “Really,” I thought? He didn’t even look up.

I heard someone talking about the upcoming Olympics and realized I was in London, as a spectator, less than four

Wabi-sabi is a lovely Japanese concept – the appreciation of the beauty found in imperfection and an understanding of the

Forgive me, but I’m writing this to vent a bit. Does anyone else feel like we’ve become too self-promoting? Everyone

I know an extraordinary amount of things most people would find trivial, boring or shocking. For instance, I can discuss

When I worked in banking, there used to be an area called Special Loans that dealt with companies that had

Just before Mother’s Day, I wrote a blog post on my site The Flourishing Life, sharing my feelings about being

I see this quote from time to time on social media: You can’t go back and make a new start,

I recently spent a weekend with four girlfriends at our lake house. We had two full days of talking, no

Well, this has been one holy heck of a week. Smack dab in the middle of my attempts to put

My fiancé and I have just bought a house together and will be married by the end of the year.

I am so honored to be joining Brenda in her vision for 1010 Park Place. Like Brenda, I have a

Kim Alexis was discovered in a place our mothers might have called a charm school. When a visiting modeling scout

The first time I heard, “Hey, Buzzard!” in my direction, I was 12. His name was Walter.

I noticed that my hand was shaking as I slipped the key into the lock. I turned it slowly as