When your vision goes dark, you see the light — A few nights ago my biggest dilemma was what show to binge on Netflix as I happily lay in bed reminiscing about my day. It was a great day after all. I had my first since-pandemic in-person work event that night and I met a friend for a glass-ish of…

Quenching my desire to feel alive — Did you go to New Zealand by yourself? I can’t even drive to the airport alone without major anxiety! That was me, in my forties, until two years ago. I moved to New York from Israel when I was eight years old. This was the first time I was on…

Haiku series — Poetry Sunday —

It’s about more than sex and money; you have to talk to each other too — You meet her. You feel all the feels and all the butterflies. You decide she’s the one, put a ring on her finger, and live happily ever after. The End. And then you wake up to your cluttered home with a heap of unpaid bills, a princess in sweatpants that…

Reflecting back my inner world — Dear clients — if only you knew how much I see you, and how much of myself I see in you. Is it a thing that the universe gives us clients that invite us to face our own unfinished business? For collectively you my clients — are all a piece…

Go beyond mani-pedis and cultivate a new you — In December of 2020, I was invited to speak to a group of women at a synagogue in San Fransisco about a topic of my choice; one that would hopefully make a difference in the midst of the pandemic. They found me through my writing, which at the time was…

And we are out of sync — Is anyone else feeling a little out of sync with the kids home for summer? Or maybe a lot out of sync?! I know I am! If your house is anything like mine while the kids are out of school for summer, then your routine has just gone to hell! …

A haiku —

Coloring outside the lines of our lives — An artist is never wrong, just as his art is always right. He paints freely and can color outside the lines if he chooses because darn it — it's his art! As children, we seem to know this, yet as adults, we forget. My son was practically born creative. When…