Buried treasure

Several months ago, the manager of the hair salon/spa I frequent, reached out to me and said she had a vision/dream and felt that I was supposed to be part of. “WHAT?” I was so touched and honored that she thought of me.

We would occasionally talk when I would come in for appointments, then decided to collaborate over a drink. We both believe our gift is to help women connect with their hearts. We didn’t know exactly what that would look like, but knew we needed to move forward.

A few weeks ago, I was honored to co-host a workshop we titled Uncovering Your Buried Treasure. As women and mothers we often give to everyone else first, and don’t think about our own needs. In my case, I was blessed to stay home when my children were born, and gladly gave up my career and my identity to raise my children, and take care of my family. I became known simply as Andrew and Hannah’s mom.

I’m not sure when it happened, but one day I looked in the mirror and couldn’t find me. I was looking back at a woman I hardly recognized. I couldn’t remember the last time I put myself first. It was my children/family that always came ahead of me. Don’t get me wrong, it was my choice, and I wouldn’t have traded that time for anything in the world.

However, I felt in my heart and soul there was more I was meant to do. I knew I must have a specific purpose. The problem was, life happened and long story short, my marriage ended, I had to make a new home, go back to work, and worry basically about everything and anything. 

The fact is, we all have something special to share with the world. Whatever you gift is, it doesn’t have to be grand or bigger than life; it just has to be what was put on your heart. We owe it to ourselves and the world to uncover what we’ve unknowingly buried deep, so deep we’ve forgotten it was there. I’ve been busy uncovering my buried treasure over the last few years.

Women at the workshop were open and ready to start exposing their hidden gold. It was a wonderful day of women supporting women; validating each other, just as we were. Seek your truth, live your heart, and uncover the buried treasure you were meant to share with the world. It’s worth every step in the journey.


Three single words

A few years ago, as part of a class assignment, I was instructed to reach out to ten to fifteen of my friends and family, and ask them to describe me in three words. Truth be told, I was mortified, and didn’t know how I would approach the task.

So, I put my big girl panties on, committed to the assignment, took a deep breath, and sent individual messages to some of my friends and family. What happened next took me by surprise…..every single person but one replied within an hour. No one asked for any further explanation, they just replied with what I asked.

I wrote down the names, along with the three words, made a list, and circled/highlighted duplicates. I spent most of the remainder of the day in tears of joy, out of gratitude and love for the lovely words that described me; my heart was bursting.

I took bright pink and orange post-it-notes, wrote a single word on each, and put them on my bathroom mirror so I could see the words everyday. Why is it so hard to believe the words about ourselves when we say and believe them about others?

I wanted to do something permanent with my words, and get them off of my mirror. I found an idea I thought I could adapt, and this past fall, I am happy to report, I had the time to dedicate to the project. It now hangs in my bedroom as a daily reminder of words that describe me, and reading them always makes me smile.

I’m guessing if you commit to the assignment you will be touched by the results. Even though it was only three single words each wrote; they lifted me up beyond what I imagined. I am humbled and filled with gratitude of love and joy for the friendships and family in my life. Be courageous and see what happens.



It’s that time again when I pick my word for the new year. It was getting close to the end of 2016 and I hadn’t gotten any feelings or signs about my word. So, I started listing some off in my head, and came across one I thought fit…..grace. I need to show myself more grace, but the problem was the word wasn’t speaking to me, and I was just trying to pick one out of desperation. Not sure why I thought it was mandatory to have this word before the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve….I’m a nut.

As it turns out my word came to me on January 1, and I knew, without a doubt, it was the one…….BLOOM. I love my word, and will use it to guide my year. Since I’ve been on a path of discovering myself, my passions and my gifts, bloom seems to be the perfect word for me in this shiny new year.IMG_1116

It will remind me to show my heart, be open to possibilities, and keep on the path to my why. I am resisting against fear and loss, and letting myself fall, without judgement or expectation. I’m not claiming everything will be rosey, but bloom is such a happy word.

Have you picked your word for this new year? Let it fall onto your heart, guide your actions, and remind you of what’s important in 2017. I’m going to push aside worry, water my creativity, nurture my heart, feed my soul, and bloom where I’m planted.


ps….let’s bloom together


Ringing in the New Year

Happy 2017! This is the first New Year’s Eve I have spent outside the USA. Three friends and I went on an adventure to Cancun, Mexico. The weather was warm, the water was blue, and the drinks were frosty and tropical, at an all-inclusive resort that catered to our every need.

While there, one girlfriend had to meet with an event planner at another hotel that she would be using for a meeting at the end of the month. Which happened to be the same hotel three of us stayed at many years ago, so we tagged along to see how much it changed/stayed the same. Upon arrival, some things were the same and yet many were different. We relived our fun memories of days gone by.

While touring the facility we happened to pass by the sales table for their New Year’s celebration and Brenda, the manager asked if we were interested in joining them. Our eyes lit up, but kept steady on the tour. It seemed silly to pay for an extravagant party which was already included at our hotel. This one, however, looked like it would be spectacular. Brenda brought us down to the ballroom to see what tables were still available, and to our dismay only the furthest tables away from the three stages were still open, but we thought it would still be a great show no matter where we sat. As we decided to inquire on table number five, Brenda informed us the organizer of the event was asking about who we were, and thought we might be interested in a different table……..a new ghost table. WHAT? Well, this ghost table would be the one to pick if we had any to choose from. They were so happy to have my friend’s business at the end of the month, they wanted us to be their guests. Holy cow…jackpot! It was a unanimous….WAHOO!

As New Year’s Eve approached we made our way to the hotel and arrived for the cocktail and hors d’oeuvre hour. Then headed into the main ballroom, along with six hundred quests. The room looked elegant and festive, all decked out in black and gold. For the next three hours a seven course meal and entertainment filled the space. Each table had a dedicated waiter and two to three additional support staff. They waited on each table like we were the most important people in the room. Each time I got out of, or into my chair, someone was there to assist.

Our table consisted of ten people from Long Island, NY, Mexico, England, and of course Illinois. We became fullsizerenderfast friends and laughed until our sides hurt. After dinner the entertainment continued, but this time the dance floor was open for the guests to enjoy. It was packed every single song.

One of the last courses consisted of champagne and twelve grapes. Hmmm….we had to ask the significance. It is Spanish tradition to eat a grape for each stroke at midnight (one for each month) that will lead to a year of prosperity. However, I kept waiting for the twelve bells or something while everyone was up dancing and finally my waiter was alarmed I hadn’t eaten them….haha. I gobbled them all down (insert cheesy grin). img_3356

The party lasted into the early morning hours, but apparently not long enough, because the road back to the hotel was a parking lot and took us an hour to to go just a few miles. We were exhausted, but happy ringing in the new year from beautiful Cancun. It might just become a new tradition!