I have had this blog post I want to write about Passover. I’ve been mulling it in my head and writing bits and pieces in fits and starts for 3 days. I thought I would get some time this weekend to finish it up and publish it. I didn’t. Each time a possible moment presented […]
It’s an irony of life that the place in which we are able to help others transform is the place where we often get stuck and need to seek help.
Nothing cures an overactive mind quite like an empty page or a blank screen.
Everyone says to know your “why.” When it comes to your fears, the “why” is irrelevant. I’ll explain.
I’m sitting on a train, tensing in fear. So I’m digging it up and laying it out. Warning: this is raw and vulnerable.
I agreed to care for my three nephews over a long weekend. Now, I’m on a train and filled with fear about this adventure. How did I get here? It’s epic. This is part 1.