Last week I wrote a post about getting jilted on Valentine’s Day and how I pivoted towards joy. It received a lot of attention with 11,000+ views on LinkedIn over the last four days. This prompted all sorts of interesting opportunities, including several messages from men who happily offered make up for my date’s poor behavior. However, I also got on WCCO radio and even received juicy inquiries about my speaking from organizations who want me to spread that same message of em

Yesterday was a Valentine’s Day to remember. I got all gussied up to go on a much-anticipated first date with a seemingly-decent man. While waiting for my Uber, I get “The Call” where Romeo tells me that we aren’t, in fact, going out. As I hang up the phone in total disbelief, I step into my Uber and say to the driver, “Hey there. It’s Dave, isn’t it? Change in plans, Dave.” I then had Dave shuttle me to CRAVE American Kitchen & Sushi Bar so I don’t waste the night or how fri

“You’re a weird dancer. You dance weird.” A little blonde girl about nine years old brazenly walked up to me during Sunday morning Dance Church (yes, it’s a thing here in Minneapolis) and called me out on my weirdness. When she first said it, it shocked me. She wasn’t being mean, she was just commenting on what she saw. And on that morning, she saw a woman dressed all in white dancing as if she were summoning spirits from the great beyond. My hips and I put the ecstatic in ec

A Speaker’s Nightmare: "What did you like the least about the conference this year?" "Theresa Rose. Awful. OMG. Hated her." This was on a recent evaluation where I had knocked it out of the park as their closing keynote. OUCH. That stung. (Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the theatre?) Just a few days prior, I read an article about haters being a prerequisite to greatness – if you don’t have at least one hater, you aren’t saying anything that matters. As if right on cue

I got a call from a prospect wanting to hire me for seven events next year. It’s a perfect fit client with the ideal audience (and a big fat budget). Santa has come early for this little keynote elf (despite the fact that I am undoubtedly on the naughty list)! And the deal was born on the dance floor. Last summer I spoke at an industry conference that hosted several dance socials. When a tasty groove starts playing, Imma gonna let my freak flag fly; I can’t help it (and my hi

A dear friend recently gave me the most hilarious birthday card. It reminded me of how often we compare ourselves with others on social media. This friend has seen me at my lowest. He was one of my few confidantes when my marriage was dissolving. He has heard more than one cautionary tale about parenting a headstrong teenager. He is no stranger to hearing my work challenges. In short, my friend KNOWS me. And he knows that my social media presence doesn't even come close to sh

Tonight I will be celebrating my birthday with a few dear friends at a snazzy boutique hotel. I’ve been obsessing over what to wear, because I am, after all, another year older. My Nasty Inner Twit told me things like: “You should wear a nice sweater with cute leggings, one that is functional but also a bit stylish”. “Don’t be too sexy, showy or over-the-top. It will make others feel uncomfortable.” “Don’t go crazy. Wear something appropriate for the season and your, ahem, AG

One week ago, I created a post on my personal Facebook page about recently getting divorced. I had just received a final notice (via email!) the day before, and it felt important to let my tribe of friends, family, and fans know about it. I hadn't publicly shared anything about my dissolving 18-year marriage, so I didn't really know when or how to do it. Changing my status from Married to Divorced seemed insufficient. To be honest, I wrote the status and posted it on a Saturd