Why change happens

Why change happens

Between 1990 to 1995, I asked thousands of teens how many knew someone who was gay or lesbian. In the early years, a handful of brave souls would raise their hands. Most assured me that they didn’t have gay kids at their school or declared that they didn’t...
Stripping our own gears

Stripping our own gears

Walking down the street today, my eyes welled up with a too-familiar bittersweet sadness. I knew this feeling. For all my life I’ve called it depression. Mild depression for sure, but chronic, familiar, and nasty. This label made sense. Depression runs deep in...
In the ring, banged up, and blessed

In the ring, banged up, and blessed

There I sat, across the table from my treasured advisor, basking in the joy and relief of having finally articulated my next calling in a way that had no resistance. Perfect alignment. And just as I had always known it would, as soon as I nailed it, I knew exactly...
The Hardest Thank You

The Hardest Thank You

Thank you.  These words come so easily when the sun is shining and life is good. You can feel the richness of the Universe. You can feel the love that abounds. Gratitude is one of the wonderful ways we naturally milk these moments for all they are worth. With each...