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I will start at the end. All lives will not (really) matter until Black lives Matter. All Lives Matter is like a giant eraser; a thing folx say to remain comfortable at best and neutral at worst while erasing the obvious (Black Lives Matter TOO). Sorta like when you say “love and light” when what

The first day of fall means it’s time to (re) focus. Why? In the summertime months, we slow down and enjoy longer days, ocean (or lake) breezes, and long weekends. We eat more ice cream and say yes to that BBQ. Wait! Is that just me? Something about fall — the leaves, the allergies and

I sat staring out at the waves crashing against the shore for many days waiting for the right words to come to me to accurately describe what it means to turn 40. You would think this comes easily to me; I write and speak for a living. I am rarely at a loss for words.

Delegation is NOT for dummies. But you are a dummy if you don’t delegate. I know the word dummy can be quite harsh, but you’re working harder, not smarter when you choose not to delegate. Let’s review…shall we? You get the vision. You brainstorm and strategize. You do the research. You write out the program.

My meltdowns are just as fabulous as my million dollar speeches. I’m not joking. I have million dollar meltdowns. Well, you would think I’d lost a million dollars the way this last meltdown was set up. I sat on the train riding home from a conference that was (mostly) a waste of time and money.

It’s Mental Health Awareness Month. Today, I am sharing something I haven’t said out loud in a very long time for fear of judgement. I am a 3 hour mama. Let me explain. Shorty was almost a year old when I had my first revelation (and 900th wave of guilt about something related to motherhood)