It's so easy to forget who we really are. Today is the eleventh anniversary of my husband's death. For at least three years before he died, he began forgetting himself. Addiction bonded with his fear and, well, two against one just aren't fair odds, as hard as he tried to find his way beyond it. It's remarkable to me that it's possible to disavow ourselves from the brilliance that is the truest expression of who we are. It makes sense, of course. We've all experienced it to some...

I moved to NYC in 1994 to go to grad school. Back then, I didn't know I wanted from life. I just knew what I wanted right then : I wanted to be with other artists. At NYU's Tisch School, I was part of a scene, I guess — a thoughtful, creative, courageous community that helped each other make things and think hard things through. Now squarely in my mid-fifties (turned 55 yesterday!) I still thrive in a community of other creators who want to support each other's growth. I've created...

There is something big calling you into 2026, my friend. I know this because you’ve been saying so. Yesterday, two artists who opted in for sample coaching calls said exactly that to me: “I want to go big.” And within minutes, it became clear that as much as they want to go big—and as much evidence as they have that they are ready to take the risks they want to take—they haven’t taken action yet. Why? Because the moment we imagine going big, we disturb fears that have been...