Recovering Good Girl I introduced myself in a workshop over the weekend: “My name is Leona. I’m a recovering good girl.” The room burst into laughter—maybe because it sounded like a support group introduction or...
I often feel bombarded with tasks and responsibilities, leaving little time to slow down and truly listen. As a coach, deep listening and attunement are at the heart of my work—it's the most...
Last week, I spent Monday morning at the Oncologist's office. I expected it to be a crappy day filled with angst and uncertainty. In moments that seem shrouded in shadows and covered in clouds,...
Last week, my husband was diagnosed with prostate cancer, and he was informed that he would be seeing the oncologist today. I had two coaching sessions scheduled, one with a client I...
Me first, me first. Me first. Me first. That's how I live my life. Does that make you gulp? It makes part of me feel shocked. 'What me first?' You can't say that...
You're not everyone's cup of tea. That stings for me. I feel this acute need to fit in and belong almost everywhere. I also know that's unrealistic and unnecessary, and I want to be cool...
Yesterday, I was thinking about what I wish my Dad had done in a childhood incident that scarred me. This thought came to me as I reflected on some deep, healing work I...
BE BOLD SPEAK UP F. 5.25 I want to write a blog. Launch the lioness project get the survey out. 1000 women to take the survey. That's a good thing to get moving...
I Miss the Bullet and He Gets Three: 8 Ways We Can Navigate Hard Things They’re in His Eyes “They’re in his eyes,” the ophthalmologist says as she examines my son’s eyes. “They’re what?” I...
What’s the reason you’re here? What’s your zone of genius? I will get to that Joy Spot, but first I have to interrupt this broadcast to let you know like a raving 5-year-old,...