A name on LinkedIn should not be able to do this. One morning it did. My account shows me who looked at my profile. Last week one name stopped me cold. My former boss. Within seconds, I was back to a Friday afternoon, phone in my hand, crying. Let me go back. I had...
Wolfsburg looked exactly the same, and that was the strange part. The city had not changed at all. My reason for going there had. Wolfsburg without my parents We spent a weekend at the Autostadt, amongst the glass towers, the cars and the families with strollers, with...
I Thought a Coach Should Have Her Own Life Figured Out I quit my job, and people congratulated me. Not “Oh no.” Not “What happened?” Just congratulations, usually said with a warm smile, as if they had been waiting for me to finally say it out loud. Then the next...
Grief does not ask permission to show up. It arrives when it arrives. Last night I learned that Jackie died. You might ask: "Who is Jackie?" She was a bald eagle in Big Bear Valley, California. I never met her personally. I watched her through a camera, the way...
Trauer fragt nicht ob du jetzt Zeit hast. Sie ist einfach da. Gestern Abend las ich die Nachricht, dass Jackie tot ist. Wer ist Jackie? Jackie ist ein Weißkopfseeadler im Big Bear Valley in Kalifornien. Ich habe sie nie persönlich gesehen oder getroffen. Meine...
Warum. Und was das Schweigen mit mir gemacht hat. Ich habe gekündigt. Und das Erste, was kam, war nicht Angst. Es war Stille. Das ist kein Geheimnis mehr, also schreibe ich es auf. Nicht als Abrechnung, dafür ist zu wenig Feuer in mir gerade. Peggy Bendler hat auf...