I first encountered Krishna Pendyala when my real estate company hired a financial firm from Pittsburgh to assist in money management. During a “getting to know you” meeting, I told them about Rewire Me and they told me about Krishna, their COO at that time, who is also a life coach with unique insights into the human condition. Krishna and…
Brené Brown, an academic researcher, was going to spend a year “deconstructing” shame, fear, and vulnerability. It turned into six years and a life-changing revelation. She interviewed thousands of people and found they could be divided into those with a sense of love and belonging and those who wished they felt that sense. The former group held certain surprising things…
I happen to love the number four. It encompasses the beautiful array of seasons: Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall. And the elements: Water (what we’re mostly made up of), Air (the breath that keeps us alive), Fire (our spirit, our passion), and Earth (the ground beneath us, what grounds us to our true selves). And of course, there are the four…
Sometimes I think that dads get the short end of the stick. If moms get a more automatic dose of our warm and fuzzy feelings, dads may be the disciplinarians or the ones further in the background. But we need dads! We appreciate them! Their role is so important in the family, in relationships, in the work environment. Though we…
If you’re a regular visitor to this site, you know that I’m really drawn to the way Dr. Joe Loizzo teaches. He’s the founder of the Nalanda Institute for Contemplative Science and the author of Sustainable Happiness. So when I saw he was giving a lecture at Tibet House, I was excited to attend. Then I read the title of…
Several months ago I began exercising regularly with my friend Josh, a dedicated and gifted physician with a certificate in personal training and an extensive background in the martial arts. Each training session was different and challenging. Several times Josh abruptly changed my routine in the middle of our workouts when he noticed that a particular activity was too easy…
In 1984, I was in sixth grade, at the beginning of the worst of the junior high years. At school, cliques were beginning to form, acts of rebellion were starting to hold cachet, and self-consciousness was spreading like a bad virus. I tried to get my bearings as the ground shifted beneath my feet. Just the year before, I’d been…
I was never one of those hovering, anxious mothers, but I was always connected and sure in relationship to my daughter. Then she got married, and I learned the growing pains of being a mother. At first I struggled to accept that there was someone in her life who would come to be more important than her mother. Eventually, I relaxed.…
