Have you ever felt like you're constantly battling a whirlwind of thoughts, struggling to stay focused, or feeling misunderstood? You're not alone. Many adults, particularly women, navigate life with undiagnosed ADHD, often leading to feelings of being "different" without a clear explanation. In this article, I want to shed some light on adult ADHD, drawing from my experience as a therapist and life coach, and offer some insights to help you understand yourself better. The Mi

Picture this: I’m sitting in my Sierra Nevada cabin, the pines outside swaying like they’re dancing to some ancient rhythm, the air crisp with the scent of cedar. My desk? It used to be a war zone—papers stacked like a bad game of Jenga, coffee mugs forming a ceramic Stonehenge, and random pens that probably haven’t worked since the ’90s. For someone with ADHD, that chaos wasn’t just a mess; it was a mirror of my mind—scattered, overwhelmed, and stuck in a loop of “where do I

In today’s world, a pervasive sense of disconnection grips many of us. You may feel it too—a gnawing emptiness, a drift from your purpose, as if the spark that once lit your path has dimmed. I’ve seen this disconnection intensify in the hearts of spiritual seekers, ADHD visionaries, and professionals. My philosophy, “Take Out the Trash; Bring in the Light,” offers a transformative path to reclaim your inner light and cultivate hope, no matter the chaos around you. Let’s explo

Unstable, unpredictable, and full of unwelcome surprises. The post-pandemic economy is different in so many ways including a very difficult job market and companies downsizing. Many of these downsize efforts have created two distinctively unique situations. Firstly, there are more people looking for fewer jobs. Secondly, the brain drain this creates in companies is saddling those left over with more work fewer resources and a lower knowledge base in the work environment. On b

In 2020, my dad and I embarked on a journey to restore this classic to its former glory. We envisioned cruising down the road, wind in our hair, turning heads wherever we went. But like any worthwhile endeavor, unexpected detours paved the road to restoration. My 1956 Chevy isn’t just a car – it’s a member of the family. Since 1964, this beauty has been a witness to our family’s history. It carried my parents on their honeymoon, brought my sister and me home from the hospital