I think sometimes we forget that our bodies are listening. What we say, about and to our bodies is being heard. I forget sometimes too.

A client I’ve been coaching for some time said to me the other day, “It’s all starting to feel real.” The relief in her voice was right there, on the breath of her words.

A letter to Barbie and the woman I was and the women I know.

I recently had an experience that had me take an honest look at what I was plugged into and where my body, mind and spirit needed to be plugged into. This might resonate for you too.

Stepping out of our comfort zones, especially when it comes to creating space to take care of our own needs, feels incredibly uncomfortable. But what’s the risk if you don’t?

It’s the kind of change that can only truly be seen as a gift. The kind of gift that opens your heart as it breaks, and as it heals. Read on…

When you find your world suddenly spinning due to an emergency or sudden change or trajectory do you try and still do all the things you’d normally do? Read on…

This new book by Dacher Keltner, AWE- The New Science of Everyday Wonder and How It Can Transform Your Life is changing my life. Let’s talk a little about the possibility and the impact of inviting wonder and awe into our everyday lives. Read on…

Revisiting a book I read in my 30’s about living the life you were meant to live. Funny how that quest is a lifetime one, ever changing, ever evolving.

What happens when we make time for everything and everyone else but not ourselves and how can we begin to shift that way of living even if only in moments a day? And why does it even matter?

Lately, I’ve been engaging in conversations about openness with other women, friends, the women in my journal groups.

What is openness, really? Where do we begin? How do open to being open?

Dr. Kristine Klussman’s book, Connection: How to Find the Life You’re Looking For in the Life You Have, is stirring so many thoughts and questions and curiosities in me. In this blog, I share a few with you. I think you’ll be able to relate.

Lily Myers slam poem Shrinkable Women has got me doing a lot of thinking lately, about us. The ways we shrink ourselves. The ways our mothers, and grandmothers and their mothers have lived trying to get smaller and smaller.

Self Compassion is not a go to for most of us.

This is what I want to talk about today, because I have heard so many women, men, people speaking about how hard it is to just ease up on ourselves to be on our own side.

Self Compassion is not a go to for most of us.

This is what I want to talk about today, because I have heard so many women, men, people speaking about how hard it is to just ease up on ourselves to be on our own side.

Self Compassion is not a go to for most of us.

This is what I want to talk about today, because I have heard so many women, men, people speaking about how hard it is to just ease up on ourselves to be on our own side.

GET BIGGER. GET BIGGER.

These were the words my friend Dave said to his now wife, my friend Darby, when they began dating in their fifties. He stood there in his six-foot-something very tall frame, long arms wide open, big smile, looking at Darby and shouting, “Get bigger! I want to know all of you!”

I mean, wow, that's one hell of an invitation.

Last Sunday, I gathered with some of my women friends to create vision boards. I'd been wanting to do a vision board for years, but I just never made the time. There was always something else to do. Some deadline to meet, some long list I couldn't get to the bottom of.

And all those photos and cut out words and images and good intentions would sit in an envelope waiting for me to arrange them into the master vision of my year. But it never happened. This year, though, I made the time.

A few weeks ago, a client of mine, whom I coach one on one, came into our weekly Zoom call. It was our 11th week, I believe, and there was something about her - a calmness, a quiet and grounded energy that I had not seen at the beginning of our calls previously…

In January 2020, right before the pandemic descended upon us, I booked a fun, fabulous, series regular role on a new show that I was beyond excited to be a part of, and it had a three year contract.

A few days later I got an email from my agent: “Jenn, I feel sick telling you this…”