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“To gain your own voice, you have to forget about having it heard.” —Allen Ginsberg, WD Being a writer is such an interesting experiment on the psyche. It is so much more than putting words on a piece of paper to tell a story or share one’s expertise. It really...

About nine months ago, I was sitting alone upon a floral bedspread in my mother’s bedroom at the summer home where we have been vacationing since I was a young child. I was looking out a paned glass window witnessing my giggling nieces and nephews playing in the...

Last weekend I traded in my cell phone, email, and Instagram to head to Camp, Heart Camp to be specific. As a therapist I need continuing education hours to keep my license for private practice so I decided instead of being in a conference room at a local Holiday...

“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories… water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.” - Clarissa Pinkola Estes Nine months ago I...

Last Fall I traveled to New York where I acquired a literary agent, met with editors at Amazon, and was asked to write a book on intuition. These moments are a highlight of any author’s career, especially an undiscovered, struggling writer like myself. I was on a...

I have been thinking a lot about leadership this week after reading the shocking quote from Donald Trump, who called for a “database of all Muslims in the country to be set up, in order to track their movements.” Track their movements? Is anyone else thinking of a...

“Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.” Robert Browning Being a mother is a huge part of my being and effects most of my decisions and choices everyday . I have two children, Tommy who is 7 and Cora who is 5. They are my “loves” they fill me up and also drain...

You may start to notice that I am an inspiration junkie. Creating opportunities to Crack Open, look inside and grow is like drinking water or eating food. It is a daily ritual that allows me to feel more alive. So when I heard that I could spend the day in an...

One beautiful sunny day I was at one of my favorite restaurants where I live in Bend, Oregon called Jackson’s Corner. I was eating lunch when all of a sudden from around the corner, I heard, “how’s your salad, Ma’am?” Why when I hear someone call me Ma’am do I...