I have worked since I was 15 years old. My first job was at a Jewish deli at the mall, and this is where I get my excellent sandwich making…
Whenever I want to give up, I think of the bold words of Ralph Waldo Emerson “God will not have his work made manifest by cowards” And I want to…
I tried to think where to start. He had died not even a couple months before. The girls were 4 and 6 years old. He was the one with the…
I first met her after my husband was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. Her first words were… you should have been the one dying. It would have been easier….
Dear one, I know how tender this moment is. Loss. Transition. We grieve, we stretch, we hang on for dear life. We fall apart, we begin again. We walk through…
For three years, I worked to keep my well-paying job as a writer at a small PR firm in downtown Manhattan. And then, for the next three years, I worked…
Many of you don’t know this about me, but when I was in The Waiting Room after my husband died I worked at a big company at a job I…
The Vortex, I call it. Everyone has one in their life (at least one)—a time when you are tested in seemingly insurmountable ways—and you find yourself spiraling uncontrollably downward. Maybe…
How I quit my ill-fitting starter career It was the fall of my senior year in college that I made the decision that would define my professional life for the…
When my husband died seven years ago I panicked. Even though there was a small life insurance to keep me going for a while, my mind could not rest. Every…