The merry month of May is my birthday month (the 12th), Mother’s Day (I was born on Mother’s Day!), and now the birthday (May 7th) of our family’s newest addition, Elam James Schroeder, son of my niece Kelly and her husband Jeremy. So far Elam is a
I’m home from the second annual Los Angeles Expressive Therapies Summit. Barry Cohen, the organizer of both this Summit and the autumn one in NYC, has an uncanny ability to gather vast crowds; this conference had more than 600 therapists in all facets of expressive therapies and
I spent a sensuous and delicious morning with Edgar Degas last Friday. A beautifully curated collection, Degas: A Passion for Perfection is in town at the Denver Art Museum. I knew Degas from his ballet portraits and scenes, and some of his “women bathing’ pieces were ancillarily familiar.
On Friday I leave for Montreal for the second Mastermind of my coaching cohort group. I’m excited to be with my peers and coaches and the excellent facilitation experience I know is ahead. Here are some snippets from the second 90-day sprint (Jan-Mar). My
March has yielded its temper to the fickle sweetness of April, the third-snowiest month of the Colorado year. Today, Easter Sunday, is the first of April. I hear the toddlers next
On Saturday I marched, along with tens of thousands of students, parents, teachers and community members, in downtown Denver. We stood in solidarity against gun violence and for the return of school safety, school counselors, a better-funded mental health system, and a way of
Kay’s note, 3/20/18: A family member was in a serious car accident yesterday. Only minor injuries, blessedly, but I’m on standby for emotional and logistical support. This week’s blog is a Throwback Tuesday to March 21, 2016. I’ll be back next week!
March winds howl outside my window and bend the tulip stalks enough to make me nervous they’ll snap. So far, they haven’t. I remind myself that tulips know how to grow. I’m experiencing a time of welcome closure on several fronts. My curriculum
The women’s writing retreat in Scottsdale adjourned one week ago, and I’ve assimilated back into my everyday life. Still, a part of my heart remains in the circle of women who quickly bonded and became a working community. Here are some things the
Dear Kay: Help! I’m working on a writing project but I’m having a terrible time focusing. I’m writing in circles, starting and stopping, making myself miserable, not finishing anything, bored with what I write and the whole process of writing. My lack of