What do you mean I’m at the wrong airport?????

What do you mean I’m at the wrong airport?????

Months ago, I forgave myself in advance for all the mistakes I was about to make. Perhaps needless to say, I have made quite a few. Maybe a twelve-stop book tour over the space of six weeks (with no real break in my consulting and coaching work) was a bit much to ask...
I have wholed

I have wholed

I got a tattoo this summer. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a while – decades even. Probably over thirty years ago I asked Danny’s (my dad) ex-girlfriend, who had become a tattoo artist, to do it for me. She refused, citing maternal prerogative, claiming I...
Know/no where to go

Know/no where to go

Again, yoga class. Again, listening to the instructor as I slowed my breathing and lessened my expectations for my practice. Again, something that made me pause and reflect. Only this time, the pause and reflection continue. Because what the instructor said was, “Know...
Hi I’m Lisa, and I’m a cult survivor

Hi I’m Lisa, and I’m a cult survivor

Those were the words I said. It felt good – and weird – to say them. I followed it with, “I’ve sat in many chairs in many rooms to introduce myself in the past, but I’ve never used those words before. ‘Hi, I’m Lisa, and I a cult survivor.’” I attended an ICSA...
Life is too short to not have it be good

Life is too short to not have it be good

I do firmly believe this. Life is too short to not have it be good, and it’s up to me to make it as good as I can. I’ve had my tough moments. I’ve been through “stuff.” I’ve been through enough stuff that I could stay with that stuff forever. We all could. But that...