I was informed in middle school that my middle name, Deborah, was the name of a well-known Judge or Prophet in history. It didn’t take long for me to connect why this name was appropriate for me at that time. I was harder on myself than I was on anyone else, and I had a tendency to judge others when they were doing things in a way I deemed unacceptable. Like most people, I learned this habit of judging myself and others from society and from the people closest to me. Both of my parents led with great hearts and minds and they were over-achievers with perfectionistic tendencies who...Continue Reading

Six years ago, I found myself in the midst of a physical, mental and spiritual crisis. Or at least that is what my Ego would have said about the matter. I experienced pure hysteria within. I was covered in rashes. A nutritionist my doctor recommended I see informed me that I had bacterial overgrowth which, if left untreated, could progress to cancer. My son was getting bullied in the neighborhood and at school, my company wanted another 25 percent increase in sales over the prior year and my mother was dying from lung cancer that now metastasized to her brain. What I didn’t know back then that I do know...Continue Reading