Guilt. That word overtakes my life sometimes. Years ago, in therapy, I was given a homework assignment: Go home and write down what you feel guilty about. I think my therapist was expecting a few notes scribbled on a piece of paper, not the giant tome...
She now understands that the doubting started with the phone call from her doctor some nine years ago. The tumor was indeed malignant. She had breast cancer. They had caught it early. She was probably going to be okay. The first six months were full of doctor visits, rounds of...
At the EVO conference last week, the awesome Devi Thomas of Shot@Life announced something spectacular. I am so honored to be a part of it and I want to invite you to join us in this very special blog relay for good. Announcing the Blogust 2012. For...
During these busy days of lots of travel and lots of work, it's these small things that make such a difference for me. I love these kinds of daily reminders to say open, to be grateful, to hold on to love and to elevate the...
I sat and stared at this coffee cup. It had my name on it, but who am I? Who is Lisa? It sent me into a spin that lasted the entire day. Suddenly I wasn’t sure who Lisa was anymore. Where had I gone? What...
I had a moment recently where I started doubting everything. My abilities as a wife, mother, friend. and the places where I live and work. The wear and tear of a 2 hour daily commute to a full time job all while mothering a toddler...
There is a long tradition with me of loving all things old. As the oldest of seven, I was born old. Others needed me to be old. Who depended on me? Some days, it seemed like too many. These defining moments called for fancy footwork. ...
We usually celebrate the obvious things. Markers and milestones that are festive and fun (like birthdays and other big events) but sometimes there are things to celebrate that are happening below the surface. A shifting of something with in us, a private accomplishment, a personal...
Dear You, I’ve been writing to you for years. I have collected little reminders on yellow sticky note pads. They aren’t all of me. They are scraps of the day, scribbles, you may say. The notes were for you to see when you woke up in...
I think that the more seemingly out-of-the-blue something is, the more it may be meant-to-be. In life, we all plug away to get to where we’re going. We plot and plan and walk the path. When opportunities arise from our requests or through hard work,...