I was into my 50’s before I finally acknowledged that I was highly anxious. My hormonal shifts were messing with my brain chemistry making…

Yes, today is my birthday and I’m turning 56 years old. As a mother to a 9-year-old and a 17-year-old, I cannot call myself…

This weekend, I worked very hard to help a friend and mentor out from a tough spot. And what I remembered about, and perhaps you have felt this one too, is the internal battle to ask for help. The struggle with our vulnerability and pride in asking and receiving.   The last time you needed