There are two distinct personality types in my family, derived from our parents. My mom was a keep-it-close kind of person, not too keen on showing or sharing feelings. My dad was a heart-on-your-sleeve type of guy. If he had a feeling, you were going to know it, be it joy, sorrow or even anger.Read More
One day I was talking to my therapist about my fear of criticism, and how I thought it was keeping me from my goals. She said, "Praise and criticism are the same thing." And that sounded absolutely ridiculous. How can something that makes you feel so good and something that makes you feel so bad be the same thing?Read More
Three weeks ago my 19-year-old left home in the middle of the night, without a word to anyone, and drove 13 hours to Virginia Beach to meet a man he met online. A week later, after a lot of panic and tears on my end, and some frank talk on his end, he came home a she.Read More
I am in the middle of what I like to call my midlife adventure. I have to say, I am crushing it. I dyed purple in my hair, got my first tattoo and also did something very bold: I joined a burlesque school. Yes I decided that my new hobby would be taking my clothes off for people.Read More
In September of 2011, when I was still madly in love with my local football team (before my bitter divorce and my football ex's subsequent move to Los Angeles), the best day of the year was opening day.