Hate to break the news, but it’s officially Sweata Weatha (according to the girls of…
Hate to break the news, but it’s officially Sweata Weatha (according to the girls of…
The day was September 22nd, 2003. I was selfish. A workaholic. 9 months pregnant. And didn’t know just how my life would change the next day, at 5:40am on a Tuesday, September 23rd.
When I heard the first cry, it literally took my breath away. I was instantly hooked. I hovered over his crib in the hospital. I watched him breathe. I watched his little round face for hours. It was a love only a mother could comprehend.
So to my first born child, my son, who turns 13 today, I have prepared some pictures for you to enjoy. Watching you grow over the past 13 years, has literally, just as the moment you came into the world, taken my breath away.
Enjoy your trip down memory lane…
Work-life balance is something many of us strive for, but it’s often hard to know if we’ve made it there. Are we balanced? Can we juggle career and our responsibilities at home, giving them both the love and attention they require?
Yesterday on Global TV, I shared some awesome apps that can help us bring calm and balance into our lives. You might wonder how tech and balance can co-exist, but they most certainly can. HAPPINESS TAKES WORK, LADIES. IT TAKES WORK TO THRIVE.
About seven years ago, our toddler ran away from us at the grocery store. I chased him into the pasta aisle where he was holding a big jar of red sauce. My heart rate sped up as I realized I was about to become that parent, the mother who watches her child smash a jar onto the floor of aisle 6 and then walks away as if nothing happened.
Yesterday, we celebrated the 7th anniversary of a blog that was born out of feeling stuck, on the fence, alone, confused, and wanting to create a space for women to get inspired, get off the fence, grow, succeed and thrive. You have made that happen. I am grateful for this community who has stood by me in my darkest hours, my greatest triumphs, and given me a safe place to be authentic myself. You have also helped each other, and inspired each other into action. Never underestimate the power of a few simple words on a page.
By Karen Moline (Sh*tty Mom) Just as every mom has the moment she first laid eyes on…
My name is Dan and I am an addict.
When asked, I am happy to share about what happened years ago and what life is like now. My mom brought me to Montreal shortly after being born in Sao Paulo, Brazil. For all of my Freudian therapy over the decades, the only “traumas” I have been able to identify in my childhood are related to divorce and a genuine sense of abandonment by my biological father. Besides this, I had a privileged childhood and life. I did the JPPS/Bialik/Marianopolis/McGill circuit (all private schools in my city), and even finished first in my B Com class. I went on to start a career on Wall Street (which I guess can help mess anyone up!), had a lovely girlfriend (to be wife), and the sky was the limit for me.
My introduction to drugs came quite early, but the abuse really started in New York City with cocaine and quaaludes. For many years, everything was manageable. But suddenly, it no longer was.
Yoga is powerful.
Yoga saved my life.
I was born in Montreal, Canada. My mother raised my older brother and I. My father was not present in my life. I felt intense emotional pain and stress from a very young age. As a single-parent family, we struggled financially. My mother worked very hard and loved me very much, I therefore did everything I could to hide my inner pain from her and everyone around me.
As a child I was outgoing, charming and did very well in school. As a teenager, I secretly began using drugs and acting out any way that I could. I was hurting so deeply inside and I didn’t know how to ask for help, so as a result, I made sure to make it appear like everything in my life was great.
Been thinking a lot about this lately.
How many people can actually say what they want out loud? Like REALLY want? It takes a lot of guts, a lot of intuition, and a lot of working on yourself. But when you say what you want and what you need OUT LOUD- it becomes something tactile. It becomes something to work towards. It becomes a reason to get up in the morning. I dare you to declare what you want. In fact, I dare you to tell me. Email me at [email protected] – I would love to hear what you really want for yourself in your life. It’s an exercise in manifesting your dreams and happiness.
Happy Wisdom Wednesday.
This post is based on a talk I presented for my colleagues at InkHouse, the PR agency where I work, on August 11, 2016.
In the spring, I received an email in my inbox from our CEO and co-founder inviting us to present a talk (and hone our presentation skills) with our colleagues as the audience. Please submit a topic, it said, by this date. Uninspired, I let the deadline slip by.
“Did you submit a topic?” was the question of the day. I hadn’t and that felt fine to me.
The day after submissions were due, this showed up in my early morning Twitter feed:
I help busy women (like you!) prioritize self-care so you can experience less stress, more calm and greater joy every day!
