My story…

I started my first women’s circle in the 3rd grade.  In Salt Lake City, Utah, where I grew up, the dominant culture/faith/religion was Mormonism, and most of my friends followed stricter guidelines than I.  So I decided to gather friends to provide a safe and fun place to say swear words. I chose recess as our meeting place.  We shouted, sang, and said all the bad swear words; I delighted in the circle and so did they. We loved having a safe and fun place to freely express ourselves.

I was hooked.  My path was established: creating a safe place for people to express themselves.

A couple of years later, I asked my parents if I could see a therapist to better understand their divorce; they agreed.  In that protected space, I could swear. I could rage. I could hate, be angry and cry, and I could feel afraid in a very safe place. My therapist and I ate doughnuts while she smoked cigarettes….until her dog stood up. Like a timer, her dog would stand at ten minutes to the hour indicating my session was over, and I knew my weekly haven was complete for that week.  

Years later I saw my therapist at a party. Although age had caught up with her, I immediately recognized her hands from having watched her smoke and eat doughnuts. I reintroduced myself and shared that I had just finished graduate school in psychology. I invited her to my graduation celebration. Little did I know she had cataracts and could not see I had the pleasure of feeding her so that her silk dress would not stain.

My life’s work stems from the safety I felt from sitting with her as a young girl in therapy. In turn, I was able to return the love and safety she so willingly provided for me.

My work as an Executive Therapeutic Coach is rooted in the seeds of safety I felt sitting with a wonderful woman as a young girl.  In turn, I give back the love and safety she so willingly provided me.  I value your privacy like it was my own…I will never share your information!