Dreams Are Coming True.

I’m not sure where to begin. I don’t want to sound like one of those assholes who’s dreams are coming true.

But they might be.

I’ve been offered my own radio show. When the news goes public I’ll tell you where and when to tune in but right now I just want to freak out with you.

I knew it was the right fit when she said to me “you know the picture that you posted of you breastfeeding and your kid is holding a chicken bone and you’re eating chicken and there’s chicken grease all over your boobs?”


“That’s the kind of show I want on this station”.


She told me to let my soul shine.

So every weekday night from 9-10pm you can listen in and hear long form interviews, advice columns, personal stories and of course, radical opinions.

We’re going to talk about goals, dreams, grief and all the feelings the world has ever had. The point is to get to the heart of the matter.

So this is a call out.

Ask me your deepest questions and I will answer them on live radio.

Send me your fears and your worries.

I will take good care of them.

What do you want to talk about? Listen in on? Give me your thoughts.

The coolest thing about this new gig is that I still get to do all the other things I love (when this shit aligns you know you’re on target).

Being a mom

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Making theatre  (Short run. Get em here.)


Talking to you.

And I want to be really clear, I’m not blowing light up your ass here. I’m not telling you that I manifested this through the power of intention and it was all meant to be.

In fact, it’s been rough around our house this winter.

Credit cards were out.

My hubs and I were not sleeping well.

Lots of fights.

I didn’t get the grant we were relying on.

I was questioning my purpose and place.

It was hella dark.

If you had asked me if I was “in the flow” I would have karate chopped you in the back of the neck.

And then… came…this. I was not asking for it. I didn’t’ see it coming. After over a decade of focused work and attention- it still surprised me. I was pointing one way and another thing happened.

And so I’m telling you the good news. Not to brag but as an example of grace.

Because that’s my favorite part. To believe (or to hope) that I’m not in control.

I can effort, I can hone in, I can do my very best, I can give up, I can try again, I can give up again, I can think I know… and then there is another element that comes into play that I have no power over and that element is everything else other than me. Which is a lot.

Right now. All I got is thanks.

In celebration of the new gig I’m headed to Hawaii to lead a woman’s retreat at the end of February. We have one spot left. Get it.

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Seriously. You got a question? I want to tackle it.