“We can't save them from themselves.” The conversation carried on, but the words resounded, reverberated, and bounced off the walls of my heart for the foreseeable future. I was talking with a colleague about the work we do, about how we have a front row seat to...
The other day, I called a guy friend "baby." Oh my gosh, I know. It was the most ridiculous thing to come out of my mouth. Since re-entering the single world, I have sought out wisdom about my {lack of} game, which is a serious thing....
The other day a friend and I were talking. We're considering working on an exciting project together and as he talked me through his thoughts, a eerily familiar feeling crept up within me. “He's giving me all of his information...
last weekend i was in florida with a friend. one afternoon we were frolicking on the beach--and i do mean frolicking, it was perfection--when rain clouds began rolling in. we didn't want to go in yet; we were having too much fun. but then, not out of nowhere the bottom...
Tonight is one of those pesky nights where I drive home with thoughts swirling in my head, half of a love note already written to you beautiful people, and then I get home and poof. My brain has already clocked out for the evening and...
There is a story about an elephant. A baby elephant that is tied around it's leg to a stake. A curious, baby elephant that tugs and pulls at the stake in the ground, only to be confronted with pain at the cord cutting into the...
Well that was crazy! A whole week passed without my blog posts ever popping up in your inbox. Do not worry, your computer isn't on the fritz. I simply have not posted recently. I am struggling to find the balance between blogging and working on...
“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.” {Masaru Emoto, Secret Life...
There is something special about the stillness of morning, the quiet hum of dawn. It is as if the Earth gets one last, long cat stretch--reaching her arms way up to the sky, arching her back, and curling her toes--just before she is consumed by...
The question inevitably arises after major heartache: "will I ever love again?" There was talk and jokes--okay, mostly jokes--about me falling in love with some beautiful yogi while in Seattle by friends and family before I left. "No way, Jose," I said, "I am definitely not...
