Brave

I’m Hosting a Virtual Women’s Circle, but What if Nobody Comes? How to Be Brave Anyway

I’m hosting a virtual women’s circle this weekend and I’m afraid that nobody will come. I am an extremely thin skinned, overthinking, highly sensitive person who (even after a decade sober and countless forms of healing) is STILL driven by a thousand forms of fear. But wait, am I? Here’s how I manage to live a big, courageous, juicy life while still having a loud inner committee (and you can too.)

What Firing My Life Coach Taught Me About Trust

My work with this coach was challenging, transformative, and led to shifts in thinking I’d been building toward my entire life. But when she crossed a boundary I was forced to end our coaching relationship - and here’s what I learned.

Removing the Mask: How to Be Who You Are and Deal with People Leaving

I’ve never had as many people unsubscribe from my blog as I have in the past few months – we’re talking some big digits - it’s been wild.

Seeing that I’d lost subscribers was something that used to get me really down– it made me think: “Did I offend them? Overwhelm them?” Or the highest offense in my book…“Was I boring?”

Turns out, I was on the exact right track…

It's Not Hard To Get Sober: How Recovery from Addiction Showed Me What Else I can Do

All you’ve really gotta do in order to be physically sober is NOT get high, drunk, or generally partake in things that alter your mind or body.

No, the real work when I got clean was examining all the things that made me need to escape my life in the first place:

Live the Life You Should Live: AKA Ditch the Crapball

I spent a lot of time trying to negotiate with my past.

“Maybe if I’d gone to college when everyone else did…”

“Maybe if I’d gone on more auditions in LA…”

“Maybe if I’d turned down the Vicodin Rx that kickstarted my addiction…”

Let's Talk About Death, Baby

We are ALL going to die.

You, me, Donald Trump, Beyonce, beloved Fluffy, that insta-influencer you follow, your neighbor who’s always jogging the neighborhood with her baby…even Justin Bieber. I KNOW. So what does that mean to you? Read on.

What Being a Bad Comedian Taught Me About Confidence

Improvising for laughs came pretty naturally to me. I’d been shoving cupcakes in my face for the amusement of others since grade school.

I liked the spontaneity, the brashness, and the permission to be as weird as I wanted with a bunch of other weirdos.

But my improv career was over almost as soon as it began, because something killed it.