Yesterday I was wondering about my style. It seems to change from year to year and from mood to mood. However my fashion fickleness aside, I often imagine an outfit I would love to be in. And yesterday I pictured myself in a black dress made of a flow-y fabric,

WE CREATE OUR REALITY. No fine print. No exceptions. No asterisk. I can’t imagine anyone reading those words and not being excited! All the misery, all the scarcity, all the struggle is our choice. Ok, maybe it’s not a conscious choice (yet), but it is still our choice. And if

People ask me often, “How do I create a job I adore?” Boy, do I know this one well. Many of you know I owned a fairly successful marketing company for nearly 12 years. We had some great years and some challenging years, but overall the company thrived. What you may not know,

I remember sitting in the law library, studying for mid-term exams. My mother had recently died after a nasty battle with cancer, and I was wondering whether she had loved her life. I didn’t think she did. She loved her family, of course. But I don’t think she was in

Dear Boni, How do you deal with the chaos?  It seems like changes are coming into my life in just about every arena.  My business is growing but demanding I learn much more intensive bookkeeping practices, my home is being repaired and improved but demanding all kinds of old stuff

I don’t know of a single adult who feels they had a father who really deeply and functionally loved them. Well, ok, I know of one… but not personally. I dissociated most of my childhood. My brothers have so many more memories than I. My first memory of my father

Lately I’ve been hearing from people who are unhappy about where they work. One writes, “I picked my career almost 20 years ago because that was all I wanted to do. Lately it has transformed to something I dread. Not that the nature of work has changed, I still love