Sometimes it sneaks up on me. I could be writing about my morning. About how cool it is and how I'm hoping fall is here and will stay.

“I want to be cracked open,” Kathy said. Kathy was referring to her writing. She is one of my private coaching clients. We’ve been . . .

It was 12 years ago. "I just don't feel myself," I said to my husband, Bill. It was a Sunday evening. I had been writing in my journal. Writing about how I d...

For Carolyn, the official end of summer has always been August 12th, the day after her birthday. On that morning she’d wake up to the distinct chill of Autum...