I wept, grief stricken about them one evening a few weeks ago. I had not cried about my deceased family members for years. My sister, one year older than I; my brother one year younger; my father and his brother and their mother; an older sister that I never knew. All dead from Huntington’s Disease, an hereditary disease in our family that took them, but for some reason, spared me.

I remember flying to or from a business meeting some years ago. As I peered out of the plane’s window, a…

If only I could see the whole picture; a panoramic view of answers and solutions laid out before me. How to make your business grow into your ideal vision? Okay, here’s step one, then step two, now step three… walk right this way. How to manifest your highest self? Well, first you do this, then that, then… don’t you see it? The path ends right over there and voila!

I could get into that.

But for this sister (and for most of us, I suspect), life does not unfold like a mural with…

If only I could see the whole picture; a panoramic view of answers and solutions laid out before me. How to make your business grow into your ideal vision? Okay, here’s step one, then step two, now step three… walk right this way. How to manifest your highest self? Well, first you do this, then that, then… don’t you see it? The path ends right over there and voila!

I could get into that.

But for this sister (and for most of us, I suspect), life does not unfold like a mural with…

A few nights ago, I did not remember I am love. I bought into the illusion that I had to verbally fight – to be mean, combative, hurtful. That I had an enemy in the form of another person who (at that moment) radiated hatred toward me. If I were a woman easily intimidated I would have retreated – and wisely so. But since I am not that woman, either easily intimidated or always wise, I matched their loathing with my own. Eyes narrowed, I spat the words, “God, I hate you”.

I am ashamed.…