Before heading off to the land of deep blue skies and rich red earth for a week with Remi, I was struggling with the space in my life. Of course, I'd wanted that space. And I'd made that space. So that I could create: create my business, write my memoir, and fill in the gaps with what filled me...

Today started out hard. The clouds, thick and heavy, masked the sun while a cold north wind turned the air bone-chilling damp. My mood matched the weather. And, yet again, I found myself plunging into darkness which I've come to know all too well these last few years. So, I dragged myself out...

I started writing my memoir because of a whisper. It's probably why I loved this question when it popped in the other day. What do you do with a whisper? When I started writing my memoir, I had no idea how to write narrative. I knew doing this probably wouldn't matter one bit in the eyes of...