There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from looking competent while quietly falling apart.

• You answer the email.
• You show up to the meeting.
• You remember the appointment.
• You make the dinner reservation.
• You order the birthday gift.
• You check on your parent.
• You help your kid w...

Every October, ADHD Awareness Month brings another round of conversations about what it means to have an ADHD brain. It’s amazing to see how our community plans all of September to bring mostly great content out in “our” month. It’s also breast cancer month so I get to double celebrate. On October 4...

There is something intoxicating about starting over.

Monday.

The first of the month.

September.

January 1.

A brand-new planner with absolutely nothing crossed out, scribbled in the margins or abandoned sometime around page 47.

Just last night, we were talking about healthier eating habits. My ...

I’ve been quiet lately.
Probably too quiet.

Back in March, lovely new people joined this community from the ADHD Toolbox group. Hello and welcome. And if you’ve been here a long time (or even if it just felt like a long time), thanks for waiting.

I’ve been on a semi-sabbatical.
Walking my walk, no...

I’ve been choosing a “word of the year” wrong this whole time.
And honestly? It almost broke me.

For years, I forced myself to pick something that sounded impressive. Productive. Like what a “good” productivity coach should choose.

But trying to live up to words that looked good on paper—yet felt ...

There's this invisible rule that says you have to power through grief, show up perfectly for the holidays, and keep all your commitments, especially as women.

But what if that rule is actually destroying the very peace we're desperate to create?

Picture this: You're holding a glass of water. Not h...

I get to do my own taxes this year.
Well not really ALL of my taxes.
But a good deal more than I’ve had to do in the past.

My bookkeeper is changing her business. My accountant’s phone line is disconnected. She was terribly ill and I’m worried for her. AND my computer bit the dust, so I lost my very ol...

“Every time you show up late for our lunch, it makes me think you don't value me as a friend."

Those words hit me like a gut punch.

They were spoken by my dear high school friend, Stephanie.

I was a college freshman and home for the summer and always late all the time for everything.

• Late t...