The technician—a lovely woman named Sherry—helps me step onto the box and position my foot for the X-ray. It’s awkward, and I’m a little nervous. But Sherry clearly knows exactly what she’s doing, and I feel myself begin to relax.   It’s the first time I’ve put my full weight on my foot since January 2nd.   Ouch.   Twenty minutes later, in another room, the PA—another very lovely woman, Olivia—is gently poking and prodding my foot and ankle. She tells me my X-rays look great, my ankle is...

What fresh Hell is this? - Dorothy Parker A little piece of advice... If you happen to be in the Boston MFA on a late Friday afternoon walking down the short flight of steps between the Art of the Americas galleries and the Impressionist galleries: Pay attention to your feet. And to the steps. I sure didn't and look where it got me... Yep. That's right. Broken ankle  (aka...an "acute comminuted intra-articular spiral fracture of the distal fibula") Torn ligament. Impending surgery. Woohoo! As...

So, here’s the thing… This is now my fourth draft of this end-of-year message to you. Why so many drafts? Because as a coach and SoulCollage® facilitator, a big part of me wants to wrap up the year in a huge, beautiful package for you —full of wisdom, joy, and good words. But as Jennifer… as just me … the truth is that 2025 has been a really hard year personally. And I’ve felt more than a little phony trying to sum it up as if it’s been “just another year.” Please don’t get me wrong—there...