“Take care of that little girl,” I heard Katy say.
I had just moved the pillow beneath my hips to under my head. Out of the corner of my right eye, I could see six other bodies stretched out on their mats, resting in quiet surrender. The sun was shining—a gift. At Stinson Beach, the fog can be so thick and heavy that you don’t know where you are. But this morning, I knew exactly where I was: hosting a two-day retreat, a space I had envisioned to fill us up through deep connection.
Read MoreI'm thrilled to share that Speaking to What Matters has just won the Literary Titan Gold Award! Thank you to everyone who has supported this journey.
Read MoreExciting news! I recently had the pleasure of chatting with Literary Titan about the journey of Speaking to What Matters—what inspired it, the impact it’s had, and why these conversations are more important than ever.
Read MoreI was standing in the waiting room. I didn’t want to take a seat because I knew I’d be sitting for the next 90 minutes.
I’d reached out to my therapist, working through his new automated system. As I drove to Sacramento Street, I pulled my car over to double check I had the right time and address.
There was no strategic plan–a joke that’s funny only because it’s true! And yet the response to my little book was SO big, I'm so grateful to have been able to step up and into this moment in wondrous ways.
Every single second of tender sharing, honest reflection, and deep connection happened because YOU stepped up and in and gave each other the gift of listening to each other’s authentic stories. Thank you for showing up with such an open and kind heart.
Read MoreI had the pleasure of being interviewed by Dr. Doreen Downing on her podcast, where we explored a journey that's been deeply meaningful for me: finding the strength to express my true self. Growing up, I felt the need to keep up a “perfect” appearance, often avoiding difficult conversations and hiding behind a smile. Over time, especially through my work with first-generation college students, I realized the importance of speaking my truth and letting go of old masks.
Read MoreA couple of weeks ago, when I was walking my Zoom students through my Three C’s framework, I heard one of them sigh, “Oh, so we’re doing the big story,” and I smiled. Her exhale told me she understood the depth of the task at hand.
I don’t put my groups on mute during class for this very reason. I want to hear what they have to say. I want to hear their sounds, their reactions, heck, even shifts in their chair. Even though we’re virtual, I want us to have the kind of intimacy that comes from being in the same room together.
Two years ago, when I was waffling on turning my Google Doc into a book, I was driving on a twist-and-turn road that leads to a little beach town here in Northern California. There’s no service over the mountain (and therefore no chance to call my sister) so I downloaded a podcast.
Read MoreI was shuffling down the beach trying to remember what my fitness-trainer husband told me about activating the ball of my foot “heel to toe” when I heard a kid’s voice yelling, “Daddy, Let’s go!”
Read MoreI might not speak at my dad’s funeral, she texts. The pastor wants to ensure it’s a religious ceremony. My spine stiffens. I want to text back, I think you should speak. [But I know better not to use the word should.]
Instead my thumbs tap, I hear you and yet I don't want you to regret not saying something. Only you know what is in your heart – what you really want. The answer will come. I hit the up arrow.
Last August, I was driving my son to the airport for his senior year in college. We were talking about my upcoming book launch, who would be joining the Zoom, and how this whole publishing-a-book-thing was starting to feel.
“I’m nervous, Charlie. But I’m really trying to trust that my story will land in the right hands and inspire people to tell their story.”
Read MoreWhen I was 17 years old, a school counselor pulled me into his office and asked me, “Are you okay?” I couldn’t speak. I was too afraid. But the tears flowed. That day, he saw my struggle. He felt my sadness. And despite our differences, he saw me as the human I am.
Read More“I’m going to write my story this year for my kids,” she announces as we’re changing out of our bathing suits, adding, “You inspired me.”
My teeth are chattering. My shoulders are shivering. “Oh that makes me so happy! Thank you for telling me,” I respond as the lights on my Happy New Year headband blink.
Stop! Stay out of my life!
I had just asked if he was wearing his retainer. I knew in my bones it wasn’t a good idea to ask my 19-year-old son who had just started college this question, but I couldn’t help myself. Isn’t it my job to make sure everything is okay?
Turns out, the answer is… well, you know the answer. It’s not my job.
Read MoreMy father was the kind of guy who’d ask for the toll taker's name as his car was on a steady roll through the gate. He’d make eye contact with the man selling the Sunday paper and ask for his name as he was handing him a quarter. He’d shake hands with the waiter, learn the names of their children, and tip as generously as possible.
Read MoreI was standing in front of Gate 201, catching my breath. I’d run through the busy terminal expecting a long line only to find one person at the other end: the United gate agent. As she lifted her portable radio to make an announcement, I leaned over, unzipped my carry-on, and stuck my hand in the sea of clothes stuffed inside.
Read MoreI learned how to help people tell their story by asking one simple question: What is it like to be in your shoes?
This book, this story—is a response to years of learning how to help people go deeper. This time, the story is my own.
I wrote this little book because my stories were starting to spill out of my heart and onto the page. And because I believe every one’s story is meant to be heard, including mine.
Every now and again I open my mouth and fire comes out.
Even on summer vacation.
My husband and I were sitting on our deck looking at the harbor, listening to the hum of the lobster boats and savoring the time away from our day to day lives.
Read MoreMost of us get it wrong
Most of us think we need to know exactly what to say
to feel in control
to get our point across
to get the job
to get the date
to get the standing ovation
to be the talk of the town
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