I’ll bet you’ve heard Mary Oliver’s poem The Summer Day – or at least the iconic final line: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” and felt a longing to live that way. But are you …?

I realized that the only way the women in my workshops might stop apologizing, minimizing, and doubting their stories, experiences, and worth was to hold a mirror up to it.

The devil is the voice in your head that whispers: Yeah, you know you have to quit smoking, drinking (or some other behavior that enslaves your spirit …)… and you will … of course you will. But, the devil will say: not today.

Writing practice is a secret sauce – the perfect addition to any examined life. It’s kind of like soy sauce at a Chinese food restaurant; it enhances every bit of deliciousness it touches. Writing’s the same.

Just because The Artist’s Way is super-popular and a lot of people swear by it, those who don’t “get it” or resonate with the vibe should NOT whip themselves over it.

Loss and grief don’t magically happen on holidays – Hallmark or otherwise – and they sure as shit don’t have an expiration date. When you’re in grief, write it out.