I didn't trust it for a moment
but I drank it anyway,
the wine of my own poetry.

It gave me the daring to take hold
of the darkness and tear it down
...

I sat by the hospital bed, his hand in mine, morning ‘til evening, day after day. (It was a different era!)

When not camping out in the...

To be human
is to become visible,
while carrying
what is hidden
as a gift to others.

To remember
the other world
in this world
is to live in your 
...

How’s your inner critic? It can be the toughest critic of all. 

The fault-finder, the nit-picker, the nasty attacker that lives in our...

It is not the critic who counts:
not the one who points out
how the strong woman stumbles
or where the doer of deeds
could have done better.
The credit...

True story: 
I sat in my dressing gown, on my sofa, with a box of tissues, sobbing my heart out, all day. I was heartbroken - I felt like my...

Three years ago I really struggled to charge money for my coaching. Squirmy, sticky resistance created avoidance and procrastination.

My heart...

No amount of marketing strategies or social media plans will help you find your own voice.

The one that lights you up.
The one that inspires people...

Do you censor yourself for fear of being judged? 

Do you play small because of how others might react if you expressed yourself more fully?

Do...

I felt stretched and thin, like butter scraped across too much bread. 

A tight fist of tension had pushed its way under my ribs. 

In...

I’ve always been seen as someone who’s super-productive.

But inside I’ve often felt like an octopus on roller-skates, trying to...

Do you know that sinking feeling when you realise that there’s something you said you’d do, but you haven’t? 

It’s...