We're in the final weeks of my Discover Your Purpose group program. I'm deeply honored to walk alongside 9 amazing women in their journeys to reconnect with who they are and what they want out of...
Musings
What Makes for a Good Death?
Last week, I co-hosted a virtual Death Café with Certified Life-Cycle Celebrant Rebekka James via The Transition Network, a nonprofit serving women 50+. This was my third Death Café but my first...
I Wanted to Say No
Six years ago, I remember being asked to give a keynote speech on the subject of what I’d learned after interviewing 100 women about their midlife reinventions (for my interview series, Next Act for...
What Stories Are You Making Up?
On our road trip home to Chicago last month, I put on my Spotify playlist I call "Fun and Dance." I was driving and ready for a little pick-me-up—in our family, the driver has dibs on music. I...
Embracing Our Wisdom
I remember, back in the '80s, gathering with my girlfriends in our college dorm’s common room to exercise to Jane Fonda’s videotapes. We wore thick, shiny tights and cotton t-shirts – before the...
I Screwed Up
I screwed up. I hurt the feelings of someone I love. She called me out on it and told me how wounding this was. I felt guilty and ashamed. My family would tell you that I'm not good at apologizing....
Coping with Uncertainty
I've been wondering about the world post-pandemic. What will it look like, this "new normal"? Will we wear masks and elbow bump instead of shaking hands? (I personally favor the lovely Japanese...
3 Scenes of Anger in 3 Days
On Friday, I ventured to downtown Chicago for the first time since our return from Florida and was faced with the sad spectacle of deserted stores and boarded up windows, a result of recent...
He Begged for Mama
I don't have the words. I stare at the blank page and am at a loss. I am outraged and heartbroken. I keep replaying in my head the moment George Floyd calls out "Mama" as he is gasping for breath in...
Road Trip Home
We're back in Chicago! After our first winter as snowbirds in Florida, it was time to come home. Instead of the easy nonstop 2-hour flight from Sarasota, Peter and I opted to rent a car one-way...