Daily Comments 2025

5 July 2025

🗣️ A Wake-Up Call to All Americans

I have to ask this—not to point fingers, but to understand how any of us were truly represented when it came to what I can only call the Big Ugly Bill. I say that unapologetically, because I see its implications not as policy, but as a blow to the very foundation of the country we pledge allegiance to.

Let’s start with Medicaid. Yes, like any system, it may suffer from fraud. But instead of gutting coverage for millions of Americans, shouldn’t we focus on fixing the fraud? The poorest among us—the children, the elderly, those who depend on this lifeline—deserve reform, not removal.

SNAP, our food assistance safety net, is being slashed. That means more hungry children. More exhausted seniors. More people wondering whether they’ll eat today or afford medicine. Will we look away as more individuals fall into illness, or worse, die on our streets?

We’re funneling $40 billion into border security, yet refusing to invest in compassionate, modern solutions. If we handled today’s migration crisis with the tools and processes used during Ellis Island’s peak or post-WWII resettlements, perhaps we wouldn’t be here. And what exactly is the verified percentage of criminal entries—and how are those gaps even happening?

Meanwhile, this bill balloons our national deficit by $3.4 trillion over the next decade. How deep must we dig before we realize we can’t climb out? Why are the wealthiest still getting tax breaks while those struggling are told to do more with less? We don’t need Robin Hood in legend—we need justice in policy.

We must examine our votes. Did our elected officials represent us, or simply obey Donald Trump? Has he crowned himself Emperor while our representatives kneel? Why are so many silent in the face of fear and retaliation?

Right now, both parties are failing us. Republicans, by falling in line behind one man instead of their voters. Democrats, by rejecting Trumpism without offering coherent paths forward. We’re stuck in a political theater that’s lost its plot—and its moral compass.

Let me remind us: in George Washington’s farewell address on September 1, 1796, he warned of the dangers of political factionalism. He feared that partisanship would tear at the fabric of popular sovereignty. And here we are, 229 years later, proving him right.

According to CBS News, House Republicans were pressured—hard—by Trump to vote yes. What were they offered? Is that pressure even legal? Because it sure doesn’t feel democratic.

And then came this tweet: “MAGA IS NOT HAPPY, AND IT’S COSTING YOU VOTES!!!” Is that leadership—or intimidation?

Let’s be clear: when Trump claimed victory, he publicly declared he hates Democrats. But as President, isn’t he supposed to represent all Americans—Republicans, Democrats, Independents, and the undecided? What should that say to those of us who don’t see ourselves in his agenda?

I’m a registered Democrat, yes—but I vote based on conscience, not party. I wish more Americans did. Because truthfully, what matters isn’t the letter next to a name—it’s the integrity, courage, and compassion behind it.

We’re losing sight of what this country was founded on. We’ve forgotten the immigrants who fled oppression for freedom. We’ve allowed the horrors of history—like WWII and the Holocaust—to fade as if they never happened, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

What’s happening now isn’t politics as usual. It’s a red flag. And it’s time we respond.

🔔 Let this be a call to consciousness. Learn who you’re voting for. Ask the hard questions. Hold your representatives accountable. And if they don’t answer to us—the people—they don’t belong in office. The next election isn’t just a civic duty. It’s a test of whether we’re still willing to fight for our democracy.

**Do not respond to chastise me for my feelings. This is my blog, not yours.**

2 July 2025

We’re all carrying something personal right now. For some, it’s joyful—new beginnings, uplifting milestones, reasons to smile. But for many others, the weight is heavy: sadness, uncertainty, even the quiet shadows of depression. And in this emotional swirl, the line between elation and emptiness can feel perilously thin.

Those who are hurting may show it in ways we don’t always understand. What might seem trivial to us could be the very thing unraveling someone else. Let’s resist the instinct to judge. Instead, let’s lead with presence, with empathy, and with the awareness that every human reaction tells a story.

Today on social media, voices are rising around the so-called “Big Beautiful Bill”—a title that feels disingenuous unless you define ‘beautiful’ by benefit to the ultra-wealthy. This bill appears to be designed for the top 1 out of 15 Americans—those earning $2.5 million or more. Meanwhile, in 2023, 36.8 million Americans lived in poverty. That’s not just a gap—it’s a chasm.

To suggest that “working harder” is the simple fix overlooks the reality of today’s economy. Gone are the days when loyalty and hustle guaranteed security. Most workers today are “at-will” employees, vulnerable to termination without notice or cause—legal or otherwise. The path to upward mobility isn’t paved equally, and we need to stop pretending it is.

To every elected representative:

We, the American people, entrusted you with our votes—not to serve a privileged few, but to represent all of us. Your role is not to echo the voices of the elite, but to hear the cries of the many. We are watching, and we are asking: when will you truly listen?

The tax breaks extended to the wealthiest among us—those who already benefit from an imbalanced system—come at the direct expense of those struggling to survive. The majority of Americans need the relief you’re reserving for the top tier. Continuing to prioritize the affluent only deepens the divide.

And yet, we’ve asked peacefully. We’ve shown up, spoken out, organized—not with rage, but with resolve. Isn’t it time you honored that?

This bill slashes the very programs—like Medicaid and SNAP—that help low-income individuals maintain the smallest semblance of stability. These are not handouts; they are lifelines. Cutting them will fuel a public health crisis among those who already face the steepest uphill battles. Most didn’t choose these hardships. Many are working hard to rise—but the system keeps pressing them back down.

And make no mistake: the strain doesn’t stop with the poorest among us. These cuts and rising costs will burden low- and middle-income families alike, forcing impossible choices between groceries, healthcare, and survival.

Please—step into your role with the dignity it deserves. Represent everyone. Because our voices matter. And they will not be silenced.

It’s time to return to the true purpose of public service: representing the American people—all of us.

Right now, too many lawmakers sound less like leaders and more like quarreling children, shouting across the aisle instead of engaging in meaningful dialogue. Why? Because they fear the influence of a political bully who thrives on division.

But enough is enough.

Leaders don’t follow fear—they rise above it. The American people deserve representatives who put courage over cowardice, integrity over intimidation. It’s time to tune out the noise, stand tall, and finally do what’s right—for everyone.

26 June 2025 Well it’s offical

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26 June 2025

Healing

Six months and two days ago, I took an unexpected fall in my home that fractured both my right arm and shoulder. It happened on Christmas Eve—a night when most families are gathered around twinkling lights and holiday meals. Instead, mine was spent under the harsh fluorescents of the ER, where I left in a sling and was told to find an orthopedic surgeon as soon as possible. Quite the way to welcome both Christmas Eve and the first night of Chanukah 2024.

Now, on June 25, 2025, after completing yet another round of occupational therapy, I’ve made significant progress—but I’m far from fully healed. While the x-rays show that the bone is mending, thanks in part to the hardware now holding it all together, my body is still adjusting to these foreign additions. Healing isn’t just about the fracture—it’s the tendons, the muscles, the tissue, the spirit.

I’m still working through the physical and emotional changes this accident has brought on. It’s sobering how quickly life can shift—how in a single, unforeseen moment, everything familiar can be rearranged.

This isn’t a complaint—it’s a reflection. I share this not to invite sympathy, but in the hope that someone reading might find comfort or insight in their own journey. Life inevitably brings changes—physically, mentally, emotionally—and being mindful of how we’re feeling is a cornerstone of good health.

Alongside the upheaval from my accident, another unexpected shift occurred earlier that same day: my GI specialist made a significant change to my supplement regimen. Within days of removing certain supplements from my routine, my gastrointestinal system began to heal—for the first time in over five years. It turns out that all those so-called “healthy” supplements were working against each other, ultimately doing more harm than good. Healing, it seems, sometimes means letting go of what we once thought was helping.

Soon after, my cardiologist recommended I begin weekly injections of Wegovy—not to treat diabetes, but to support my heart through weight loss. The supplements had contributed to a weight gain that was putting extra stress on my system. Since starting the treatment at the end of March, I’ve shed 25 pounds. While there are side effects—like morning nausea and a shift in my eating habits—they’ve actually prompted changes that support a gentler start to each day. I may move a bit slower in the morning, but I’m still showing up: to work, to friendships, and to life.

My migraines—steadfast companions for over 58 years—haven’t relented. They still occasionally demand that I pause, reschedule, and move forward. But even in the discomfort, there’s a rhythm to this new chapter—an invitation to adapt, to heal, and to keep living with intention.

One of the most uplifting outcomes of this recent chapter in my life has been forming meaningful connections—particularly with the incredible team at Cleveland 13 News. Just yesterday, I recorded my first contribution for the network, featuring a heartfelt conversation with Denise Zarrella. From the moment we met, I sensed a lasting bond.

22 June 2025

Are We At War?

Born in 1950 I first experienced the fear of war and annihilation in the early 60s during the Cuban Conflict, The Bay of Picks. It was time when people started thinking about building bomb shelters in their basements as well as investing in extra canned goods and food items that would sustain them and their families for an impeding war. My parent’s didn’t take the bait; my father has a philosophy of Why Worry?

By the mid-60s I was no longer in fear of the communist regime killing off the United States, but the racial strife came to head and watch so many cities burned to the ground and friends and relatives getting caught in the cross-fire. From racial strife to the Vietnam War there was a lot to fear, however, yet I never felt unsafe with the leaders of our country as well as my local community.

On August 17, 1990, as I delivered my youngest son the US was invested in Desert Storm and again my fear arose on a celebratory day.

September 11, a day that Americans will and do remember established fear not just in my home but around the world, we truly learned how vulnerable we are and despite supporting peace, evil tried to destroy our faith. However, 9/11 brought Americans together and we found our strength to live our lives fully.

March 2020 brought another war globally, COVID did not care who you were or where you lived we all became prisoners to this disease while watching innocent people dying daily. For many of us this war just like what began last night in Iran has left many of us speechless.

I don’t know about you, but I am scared and yet here I am on Sunday afternoon writing another blog as if it were a normal Sunday summer afternoon. This is what I know:

“Co-sponsors of the War Powers Resolution, Reps. Ro Khanna, D-Calif, and Thomas Massie, R-Ky., were quick to criticize President Donald Trump for greenlighting attacks on three nuclear sites in Iran Saturday night.

“This is not constitutional,” Massie said, responding to Trump’s Truth Social post announcing the strikes on Fordow, Natanz and Isfahan in Iran.”

“The U.S. has not officially declared war on Iran, something that can only be done by Congress. The White House has also indicated that no further strikes are planned, and that Trump hopes the bombings will prompt Iran to engage in diplomacy.”

” Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth said Sunday that despite a surprise attack overnight on Iranian nuclear sites, America “does not seek war.”

Trump may not be seeking war, but this act of aggression could lead to World War III. I am not taking sides as I realize it may not be the people of Iran that poise a problem to our peace and security worldwide it is the leaders of the country and the extremist that are truly evil people. If we allow the evil to escalate our future is threatened and we must come together and stop the destruction of mankind.

You and I can be part of the change reducing the madness that has destroyed civilizations since the beginning of time. It begins with kindness, understanding and listening. Remember what your mother and father told you to do when the bully on the playground tripped you, and left you laying in the mud, hurt and humiliating. Our first thought is to retaliate but that only moves us forward and we get caught up in a vicious circle. We must be strong, get up, brush ourselves off and move forward, ignore the bully, he will no longer have power. If we start with this simple approach, we may be able to restore peace and brotherhood, one person at a time.

21 June 2025 –

84 years ago

Eighty-four years ago today, Dorothy Friedman and Jay Harmon Moss exchanged vows in the warm embrace of family. The wedding took place in the home of Dorothy’s eldest sister, Jean Tonkin. Dressed in soft blue chiffon with a matching hat, Dorothy stood beside the man who would be her lifelong partner. My father, handsome in a tailored suit and hat, stood proudly beside his D’vasha—his honey.

It was June of 1941. The United States was already embroiled in war, and Harmon was preparing to enlist. He was ultimately deemed medically unfit—flat feet and ulcers, they said, but the truth was more complex: his heart was weak. Still, they didn’t let the looming uncertainty dim their joy. They celebrated with loved ones and slipped away for a short honeymoon to South Haven, Michigan.

Upon returning, my father took a job at the war plant near Willow Run Airport, while my mother continued working at Boesky’s Deli. They lived with her parents on Gladstone Avenue—humble beginnings rich with love.

Not long after their wedding, my mother became pregnant with my brother Gary, who was born on August 20, 1942. Eventually, they moved just across the hall from my Baube and Zayde, where they would raise their growing family—welcoming my brother Joel in 1946 and me in 1950.

My parents were married for 63 years, a bond marked not just by time, but by devotion. They were affectionately known as “The Bickersons,” like the radio couple from 1946—bickering their way through life with teasing, laughter, and tender reconciliations. Arguments were simply preludes to hugs, kisses, and sweet murmurs of affection.

We celebrated so many milestones together—birthdays, anniversaries, traditions my father cherished. He believed in honoring what mattered and sharing it with the people he loved most.

So today, I celebrate my mother and father. I hold close the lessons they lived: the power of love, the strength of forgiveness, and the beauty of acceptance. Their legacy continues to guide and inspire us—and always will.

If you were lucky enough to know my parents, I would be deeply grateful if you’d take a moment to share a memory or story. Your reflections are a gift of love—a way to keep their spirit alive through the eyes and hearts of those who knew them.

19 June 2025

Strategies for Growing newclevelandradio.net

The success of a digital platform like newclevelandradio.net depends on a deliberate combination of engaging content creation, effective marketing strategies, and community building. Below, we explore key strategies that can help grow this online radio podcast & life coaching establishing it as a dynamic hub for creativity, entertainment, and information.

Developing Unique and Engaging Programming

At the heart of newclevelandradio.net’s growth is a commitment to delivering authentic, high-quality content that speaks directly to our audience’s lived experiences. We spotlight real stories and honest conversations that reflect everyday challenges and triumphs—fostering connection, reflection, and growth.

While we proudly celebrate Cleveland’s vibrant talent and culturally rich landscape, our programming goes beyond borders. Through platforms like Podmatch.com, we bring in diverse voices from around the globe, sharing perspectives that inspire, inform, and unite.

From music and talk shows to interviews and live events, our lineup is designed to engage a wide range of interests—because storytelling, in all its forms, has the power to create lasting impact.

Leverage Local Stories

As a contributor to Cleveland 13 News, my mission is to uplift the community—and beyond—by exploring life’s daily challenges through a lens of positivity and personal empowerment. Inspired by the ethos of John F. Kennedy’s timeless call to action, our call to action is—“Don’t ask what others can do for you. Ask what you can do for yourself.”—I aim to help others discover the tools within to become the best versions of themselves.

Through the power of true storytelling, we’ll shine a light on local artists, small businesses, community leaders, and organizations who embody resilience and authenticity. While our roots remain planted in Northeast Ohio, our stories are universally designed to reach hearts across every state.

This intentional approach not only deepens our connection with the community, but also welcomes listeners who are passionate about culture, growth, and meaningful connection.

Expand Podcast Offerings

Podcasts continue to shape the media landscape, and newclevelandradio.net is at the forefront—producing and hosting compelling content across a broad spectrum, from local news and entertainment to niche passions like sports, tech, and wellness.

With the support of the Cleveland 13 News team as our launchpad, we’re taking storytelling to new heights—amplifying voices that matter and delivering rich, evergreen content that resonates far beyond the moment.

By offering on-demand accessibility, our podcasts empower listeners to tune in on their terms, deepening engagement and expanding our reach for the long haul.

Enhance Online Presence – Social Media Engagement

Active and consistent social media presence is vital, and we can be found on various sites:

Podcasts:

https://www.youtube.com/c/NewClevelandRadio

https://open.spotify.com/Avoid the Maze and More

https://open.spotify.com/show/Podcasting 4 U

https://open.spotify.com/show/ISMs

Socials:

https://www.instagram.com/wernotjustcleveland/

https://www.facebook.com/kiki1one/

https://www.linkedin.com/in/khnewclevelandradio/

https://www.threads.net/@wernotjustcleveland

https://www.youtube.com/c/NewClevelandRadio

https://bsky.app/profile/khyesican.bsky.social

https://substack.com/@kikione1?utm_source=user-menu

Marketing and Promotion- Building a community

Collaborating with Influencers

At newclevelandradio.net, we’re building more than just a platform—we’re nurturing a community of changemakers. Our vision is to inspire a network of listeners who not only engage with our stories but also carry them forward, becoming beacons of support and encouragement for others.

We believe that no one enters this life alone—and no one should walk through it, or leave it, without connection. That’s why we’re committed to creating space for those who may be struggling, offering outreach that uplifts, empowers, and reminds every individual that they matter.

Together, we’re weaving a tapestry of voices—amplifying the idea that shared humanity is our greatest strength.

Conclusion

Growing newclevelandradio.net is a multifaceted endeavor that involves curating quality content, fostering meaningful community connections, and leveraging technology and marketing strategies to reach a broader audience. By focusing on innovation, engagement, and collaboration, this online radio station can thrive as a central hub for cultural exchange, entertainment, and local pride. With a clear vision and consistent effort, newclevelandradio.net could become a cornerstone of Cleveland’s digital and cultural landscape.

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12 June 2025

Change is an inevitable part of life—sometimes welcomed, sometimes resisted. Lately, I’ve been grappling with the shifts that come with an ever-evolving journey. Not all changes feel necessary, yet they unfold, nonetheless. Some bring excitement and anticipation, while others arrive uninvited, challenging us in ways we’d rather avoid.

My father instilled in me the importance of embracing life, not just in words but through his own example. He often reminded me, “If you’re not aging, you must have died.” A simple truth, yet profound. To truly live, we must keep moving forward—step by step—whether we lead with the right foot or the left.

Have you ever found yourself wondering why you feel stuck? You press your fingertips against your skin, feeling the slight sting—a reminder that you’re still here, still breathing. And yet, something within you feels hollow, as if a piece of you has slipped into the void. The ache is both physical and emotional, a quiet distress you can’t quite name. You search for a way forward, but the path ahead feels tangled, a maze with no clear exit.

As a Life Coach, I deeply understand this feeling—because I’ve been there myself, more times than I care to count. I once felt trapped, resigned to the belief that this was all there was. Fear can sometimes serve as protection, but the fear I was facing left me more vulnerable, keeping me stuck in a cycle I desperately needed to escape.

I initially turned to therapy, hoping it would offer clarity. Instead, I found myself dredging up old wounds, placing them in my path only to stumble over them again and again. After six months of weekly sessions and significant financial investment, I felt further from healing than when I started.

Around that time, I was working with a client who was a Coach, and our conversations unknowingly shifted something in me. Instead of carrying my past like a burden, I began stepping toward my future—questioning myself, “How is that working for you?” The moment I chose honesty; I realized therapy wasn’t my solution. I needed a Coach, or even multiple Coaches, to guide me toward my own truth through authenticity.

When I blog, journal, coach, or podcast, I tap into a deep source of healing. Just the other day, I shared on a podcast how, before a session, my mind sometimes drifts toward doubt—I hope this is a no-show; I’m not ready to listen, let alone engage. But the moment a client or guest logs on, something shifts. I step into my element, grateful for their presence, for the opportunity to show up alongside them.

I never take lightly the trust my clients and guests place in me—to guide, to listen, to share in their journey. And in that exchange, there’s healing—not just for them, but for me as well.

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8 June 2025

June 8, 1917, marked the birth of Jay Moss—my beloved pops. His early days were fraught with illness, battling the Spanish Flu, which led to Scarlet Fever and a lifetime of angina and heart complications. Yet, none of these hardships defined him. My father embraced life wholeheartedly, rich not in material wealth but in the love of family, friends, and the power of words. Known for his collection, Words by Harmon, he crafted a legacy through song, prose, and writings that extended far beyond his immediate family, touching countless others. Long before self-publishing was commonplace, he ensured his words found their way into the world. My mother safeguarded his works, preserving everything he wrote, and today, his archives rest in my care—a testament to the life he lived and the impact he left behind.

Today, as I reflect on my dad’s life, I do so with deep love and pride. To him, life was a precious gift—one he embraced fully. Though he could be hotheaded and opinionated, especially with my brothers, his passion was always rooted in care. No matter the disagreements, in the end, there were always hugs and kisses, gestures of peace and acceptance. He didn’t always approve of our choices, and he did his best to impart his wisdom, but never once did his love waver. His unwavering devotion was the constant that carried us through, a testament to the depth of his heart.

My dad wore many hats throughout his life, taking on whatever work came his way with determination and resilience. Before I was born, he drove a DSR bus, later becoming a milkman with Twin Pines Dairy—a job that granted me the special childhood memory of attending Milky’s Movie Party. He was never too proud to roll up his sleeves, even when offered a job as a brick cleaner. He not only took on the challenge but led a crew, proving his work ethic time and again.

Determined to advance, he went to night school, studying Traffic Management, and earned recognition across multiple companies for his dedication.

Then there was the rabbit venture. One Saturday afternoon, back when we only had three VHF stations and one UHF, he watched a show about rabbit raising. Seeing an opportunity, he transformed our garage into a rabbit hutch, starting with a male and three female New Zealand White Rabbits. Initially, his plan was to raise them for their fur, but as the business grew beyond our garage, he rented an old chicken coop near his office, expanding operations to sell both fur and meat.

I can’t say for sure if he turned a profit, but I do know my brother Joel earned his share—paid in pennies—for the less glamorous task of shoveling rabbit poop. In 1964, when we moved to Minneapolis, my dad had to let go of the business, and with that, another chapter closed in the ever-resourceful life of my pops.

Despite my dad’s health challenges, my parents remained active and engaged, surrounded by a close-knit circle of friends. Even when money was tight—something that defined much of their married life—they never let it hold them back from enjoying simple yet meaningful social moments. Those were the days when friends gathered over coffee, dessert, and conversation, finding joy in shared stories and laughter.

Though my mom handled most of the baking and prep, my dad was always there, quietly helping with the clean-up—a small but thoughtful gesture to show his appreciation for her.

Beyond their home, my dad’s presence was constant. When my brothers and I needed help with school projects, he was always ready—organizing, reviewing, guiding us through each step. His commitment to others didn’t stop with family. Alongside my mom, he volunteered as a Scout Master and Youth Director, becoming a mentor not just to us but to countless friends and their families, leaving an impact that stretched far beyond our own home.

My dad left an indelible mark on my youngest son, Alex. A true sports fanatic, Alex shared countless long-distance conversations with his Zayde, discussing baseball, football, hockey, basketball, and golf. Their exchanges were more than just talks—they were moments of deep connection, cherished by both of them. I feel profoundly grateful to have witnessed those conversations, filled with passion and camaraderie.

When my oldest son was born it was my dad who assisted me in identifying his Hebrew name, Simon Reshone, Simon the first born. His English name Steven was

On February 3, 2004, just before midnight, my father passed away. Yet, his presence remains unwavering. He lives on—not just in the DNA that binds us, but in the love he shared, the memories he created, and the lessons that continue to shape me. Today, on what would have been his 108th birthday, I celebrate him. Because as long as he lives within me, my brothers, and our children, his legacy endures.

Happy Birthday, J. Harmon Moss. You are never far from our hearts.

26 May 2025

Happiness isn’t a constant state—it ebbs and flows like the tide. You don’t have to be clinically depressed to experience moments when joy feels just out of reach. We often chase the illusion of a picture-perfect life, believing others have found the fairytale we long for. But the truth is, emotions are complex, and sometimes sadness—or that familiar sense of “blahness,” as I call it—settles into the quiet corners of our minds. And that’s okay. It’s all part of being human.

Lately, I’ve been caught in a wave of “blahness,” and despite using the tools I have to steer myself toward a more positive mindset, I find negativity lingering longer than I’d like. No matter how much I push forward, it feels like an invisible weight pulling me back, making the shift toward brighter moments a bit harder to grasp.

I know why I am having this difficulty and yet I am struggling.

When you’ve spent most of your life as the giver, stepping back—even when you want to—can feel almost impossible. It’s not about major crises, but the everyday asks, the small expectations from family and friends who assume you’ll always be their go-to. Right now, I’m out of cope—a phrase my friend Candace Pollock introduced me to—and the reserves I usually pull from feel depleted.

When I’m out of cope, I feel it everywhere. My mind races, my Ying and Yang pull in opposite directions, and the relentless noise in my head leaves both my heart and my body aching. I want to feel wanted, to be there for the people I care about—but sometimes, the weight of daily demands is simply too much. It’s not my responsibility to track schedules or favorite meals, yet I often find myself carrying those expectations anyway. And when the tugging becomes too overwhelming, I just want to scream—and sometimes, I do.

I became a life coach because I know so many—men and women alike—struggle with being seen for more than just the person who does it all. It’s a familiar battle, and when I hit this phase (which often coincides with a holiday), I have to remind myself to take ME TIME—not just self-care, but an intentional, vocal “do not disturb.” Sometimes that means simply being alone, allowing my mind to quiet.

Today, I stepped onto my back patio, cleared away debris, and trimmed a few plants. Whether it was the physical movement of the task or the satisfaction of getting something done, I found the weight of my “blahness” lifting just a bit. It’s a reminder that even the smallest acts of care—for myself—can shift the energy in the right direction.

I share my thoughts and experiences because I believe a life coach should lead with honesty and vulnerability. We all strive to be the person—the family—that others admire, but the truth is, fulfillment comes from embracing who we truly are and finding the tools that keep us grounded.

Balance isn’t a fixed state—it’s a continuous process. We’ll teeter, stumble, and sometimes fall, but we always have the power to stand back up and recalibrate in a way that works for us today. Growth is constant, and nothing stays the same forever—but that’s okay. The key is choosing to live each moment intentionally, step by step.

(I’m feeling happier…)

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24 May 2025

Have you ever noticed how people tend to fall into two distinct groups—the kind and considerate, and the angry, narcissistic individuals? The latter can be especially deceiving because they’ve mastered the art of appearing as though they care about others.

In my youth, I was well aware of bullies and did my best to steer clear. But when avoidance wasn’t an option, I experienced their egotistical cruelty firsthand

As I’ve grown and gained life experience, I’ve realized I no longer have the energy to engage with unkind people. I don’t expect everyone to like me or agree with my perspective, but I also refuse to tolerate being defamed simply for having my own thoughts.

Lately, I’ve been working with clients who are facing a similar challenge—navigating two opposing types of behavior and struggling to rebuild trust.

I want to offer a heartfelt apology. This past week, someone shared a political message that I didn’t agree with, and in the moment, I responded without recognizing the judgment in my words. Even after realizing my response was inappropriate, I let it stand—a decision I deeply regret.

As an American, I believe in the fundamental right to freedom of expression. At the same time, I acknowledge that my own beliefs should never diminish or demean the voice of another. I sincerely apologize.

To err is human, and to forgive is divine. I’m not seeking forgiveness, but I do believe in the importance of learning from our mistakes and taking responsibility for them.

Today’s message isn’t just about my Facebook response—it stems from a deeper reflection on one of my clients and the challenges they’re navigating. This particular client is stuck in a toxic work environment, where despite their best efforts to stay on course, one manager continuously finds fault with issues beyond their control.

As we work together to develop behavioral tools that make the situation more manageable, there remains an underlying concern—the unpredictable impact of narcissistic behavior from this manager.

Life’s obstacles can be daunting, and sometimes moving forward means stepping into discomfort. But through it all, staying true to yourself is essential—never letting the negativity of others erode your confidence.

If the path ahead calls for a detour, be sure to prepare for the challenges it may bring. There might be fallout along the way, but embracing change with intention will keep you grounded.

If you are ready to take that step…

#yesican Coaching with Karen

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22 May 2025

Prioritizing Self-Care in 2025: Letting Go of Guilt and Embracing Balance

In today’s fast-paced world, finding time for us often feels like an afterthought—something we squeeze in if everything else is done. But here’s the reality: self-care isn’t a luxury; it’s a necessity.

Like many, I grew up believing that every minute of the day had to be used productively. With only 24 hours, and eight to nine hours devoted to sleep, that left just 15 hours for everything else—school, homework, chores, meals, and all the preparations for the next day. Self-care wasn’t part of the equation; there simply wasn’t time for it.

Now, in 2025, we need to shift our mindset. Self-care isn’t about indulgence—it’s about sustainability. If we continue to push ourselves without pause, exhaustion becomes inevitable. Taking ‘me time’ isn’t selfish, and it’s not something we should feel guilty about. It’s an investment in our well-being, ensuring we have the energy to show up fully for our responsibilities and the people we care about.

It’s time to redefine how we approach time management. Self-care deserves a place in our schedules, just like any other priority. After all, we can’t pour from an empty cup.

When Passion Turns to Exhaustion: Learning the Hard Way

In my last full-time role as an admissions rep at a private college, I was fully committed—to the job, to the students, and to being the best version of myself. What I didn’t realize was that my dedication was costing me more than I understood. I pushed beyond my required hours, believing that working harder meant being better.

At first, I thrived in the fast-paced environment, energized by my work and my mission. But in my effort to meet every demand, I neglected myself—skipping lunch breaks, arriving early, and staying late. I convinced myself I was happy that I was doing what I loved.

Then, I hit the wall. And when I did—BAM—it was painful. I hadn’t seen it coming because I had been too busy convincing myself that I was fulfilled. Yes, I loved my students and the guidance I provided, but the college’s culture was draining me, chipping away at my well-being. By the end, I felt like a zombie, running on empty, teetering on the edge of tears.

Burnout doesn’t announce itself until it’s too late. The lesson? Passion should fuel us, not consume us.

Finding Strength in Displacement: A Journey to Wellness

Eventually, both my body and mind had reached their breaking point. I was forced out—not just by circumstance, but by the toll I had inflicted on myself. My body ached from relentless overwork, and depression settled in like an unwelcome shadow. The college decided I was better off outside its walls, and in that moment, I felt displaced, uncertain of what lay ahead.

But amidst the upheaval, I was not alone. With the unwavering love and support of my husband and sons, I embarked on a lifelong journey to wellness. It was during this time that I finally summoned the strength to challenge the beliefs instilled in me—that self-care was indulgent, that productivity mattered above all else. I proved my parents wrong in the best way possible: by prioritizing myself, embracing balance, and learning that taking care of me wasn’t just necessary—it was non-negotiable.

Redefining Success: Choosing Impact Over Convention

Financially, it may not have been the most practical decision, but it was the right one—I chose to step into my own identity, to build something meaningful. Creating a podcast, expanding through blogs, and fostering connections through networking became my way of making an impact, particularly for those who had faced or might one day encounter the weight of burnout.

Life didn’t just change for me. My husband, my sons—they felt the shift, too. As I embraced a path rooted in authenticity, my family bonds grew stronger, more intentional. Yet, the friendships I once believed were steadfast—formed in the trenches of work—began to fade. I had moved on, and in that transition, some connections simply couldn’t follow.

Reclaiming Self-Care: A Necessary Wake-Up Call

I believed I had mastered the art of self-care, convinced that my journey was a success. But I’m human, and slowly, I began to slip backwards. My natural instinct to give—to be fully present for my podcast clients and life coaching community—started to take a toll. I poured so much into others that I left little for myself, for my family.

In the process, I neglected my body, allowing my shoulder injury to worsen as I spent long hours at my computer, sidelining my recovery. The more I ignored my physical needs, the more my energy drained, my mood shifts creeping back in.

Then, this week, I hit rock bottom. I canceled everything, knowing it might create ripples of disruption for my podcast guests and coaching clients. But as difficult as that decision was, I faced a stark truth: if I wasn’t prioritizing myself, I was not living in integrity—I was an imposter in my own message. And that is something I refuse to be.

Now, it’s time to recommit. To practice what I teach. Because self-care isn’t just a concept—it’s a necessity.

Life is not a journey we need to take alone. It is ok to ask for assistance and guidance and allow yourself to learn from your mistakes. I am grateful when someone, without judgment will guide me and ask the most important question, “how is that working for you”? When I am present I can look at all sides of the equation and find the path that will work for me.

Reclaiming Strength: A Choice to Prioritize Myself

I may have stumbled, but I didn’t let myself fall—I caught myself before crashing and now, I’m climbing back up that proverbial mountain.

This morning, I returned to therapy for my shoulder, weighed down by resistance. I didn’t want to be there. I felt achy, unmotivated, and uncommitted. But then, there was Julie—my therapist, a true ray of sunshine. Within minutes, her energy shifted mine, and suddenly, I felt like I could take on the world. And I did.

It wasn’t easy. Discomfort was unavoidable. But I showed up. I took the necessary steps. And now, I feel something I desperately needed—positivity. Because I know, deep down, I can do whatever it takes to be well. I am capable of self-care. And most importantly—it’s my choice.

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21 May 2025

Since the start of the year, I’ve taken more time off than I’d like, often canceling podcasts and client sessions at the last minute due to health challenges. Whether it’s the lingering effects of my broken shoulder, surgery, occupational therapy, or a weakened immune system, I can’t say for certain—but I haven’t felt as energized as I did before the fall. That said, I refuse to make excuses, and I certainly won’t let being 75 define what I’m capable of.

This morning, I woke up feeling noticeably more energized—significantly better than the past four days. Yesterday, I made the intentional choice to prioritize my well-being and cleared my schedule for today. To those who were on my calendar, I sincerely apologize and appreciate your understanding as I work to reschedule.

My initial instinct this morning was to dive right back in—reach out to those I had canceled and push through the day. But then I reminded myself of the very advice I often share with my clients: put your own oxygen mask on before assisting others. So today, I am honoring that wisdom, breathing in fresh, clean air, and ensuring my own well-being first—so that I can continue to support and guide others from a place of strength.

Even as a coach I need to reach into my toolbox to find the direction I need and want to follow. Too often I have tried following the path that others expected of me, or I thought they expected. Trying to be the pleaser is only beneficial if you are pleasing yourself.

For years, I saw being a pleaser as one of my greatest strengths—until I recognized the toll it was taking on me, much like what I’ve been experiencing over the last five months. I thought I was dedicating time to self-care, but in reality, I wasn’t using it in a way that truly restored me. Instead, I kept pushing myself back into a routine I believed I was ready for—physically and mentally—but kept falling short.

I blamed my health issues, searching for answers in the wrong places, until I had a revelation yesterday. As I lay in bed, I realized I had slipped into old patterns, assuming what others expected of me rather than listening to my own needs. And we all know what assuming leads to—I refuse to let unchecked; negative thinking make a fool of me. This moment of clarity is a turning point, reminding me to be intentional in how I care for myself.

This message isn’t just for me; it’s for anyone who needs a reminder to honor their own needs without guilt or self-judgment. Too often, we become our own harshest critics, holding ourselves to unrealistic standards and assuming the worst—whether out of fear of failure or the lingering weight of past experiences.

But self-criticism isn’t a path to growth—it’s a roadblock. The real key to wellness lies in self-reflection with compassion, allowing space for understanding rather than condemnation. Today, I choose to step forward with that mindset.

20 May 2025

You never truly know the battles someone is facing. One moment, they may seem perfectly fine—smiling, engaging—but in the next, it can feel as if a switch has flipped, and suddenly, everything shifts. That’s why mindfulness in our interactions is so vital. Beneath the surface, there’s often an unseen emotional landscape—one that requires care, patience, and compassion.

I wish I had grasped this more deeply in my younger years. I carried a lot of emotional weight, but I wasn’t always willing—or able—to share it openly. Awareness wasn’t a concept I truly understood. Too often, communication felt like a way to express thoughts just to be heard, rather than to foster genuine understanding.

Over the years as I have been podcasting and life coaching I have embraced my studies and have reviewed the training materials that now make me a better listener and communicator. I began exercising my skills in my home where too often I spoke as I thought a parent, or a wife should. However, there is no ‘should’ other than to the intent to understand (that does not mean you must agree), leave judgment out of the convo. Remember your thoughts are yours based on knowledge, culture, and influencers; the other person has their own brain of thoughts.

Most people genuinely wish to be kind and considerate in their conversations. If we establish a thoughtful approach rooted in positive intent, we can foster meaningful dialogue while minimizing the stress and tension that often arise from the simple desire to be heard.

18 May 2025

I write to bring clarity—to make sense of my experiences and, in doing so, connect with others. If my words resonate with even one person, I’ve succeeded. But true success lies in embracing vulnerability, in understanding my emotions and the impact they have on me.

Today is Sunday, a day social media often paints as “family day.” Growing up, it truly was. My parents would gather my brothers and me, and we’d set off to visit our grandparents.

Our first stop was Baube and Zayde’s apartment, where Baube would set out a bowl of chickpeas and sugar cubes—simple comforts that felt like a ritual. Sometimes, my parents would linger over a glass of tea. If the timing aligned, our aunts, uncles, and cousins would arrive too, filling the small space with laughter and conversation. On sweltering summer afternoons, Baube would encourage us to sit out on the front steps, where the air, though thick, felt just a little freer.

By mid-afternoon, after heartfelt goodbyes, we made our way to Grampy and Gran’s apartment—a place that, in my young eyes, resembled a castle. The entrance was grand, marked by a wide, red-carpeted staircase leading up to their home. Sometimes, Uncle Joe would be there, delighting us with magic tricks. Gran’s spinster cousins (Hilda & Henrietta) often joined, their presence warm and welcoming, eager for the energy we brought as children.

Grampy Moss played host, always preparing special treats—Jello molds, coconut cakes with whipped frosting, and for dinner, beef tongue in tomato sauce. Back then, it was a delicacy. Today, the mere thought of it makes me gag.

My memories are making me smile today despite the difference this Sunday has from the past.

Today, I sit alone in my office. After two weeks of traveling with my husband, I am home, and he is back on the road. As he drove off at noon, a familiar pit settled in my stomach—a quiet ache that often accompanies the solitude. I know later, when I scroll through Facebook or Instagram, I’ll see the usual stream of posts celebrating “family Sundays,” a tradition that once shaped my weekends but now feels distant.

It has been years since I last spent a Sunday the way I once did. My path has taken me in directions far removed from the rhythms of my childhood, and the miles—sometimes even states—between myself and family have made Sundays feel different. For many years, work filled this day, as my husband and I juggled secondary gigs. More recently, Sundays have become a time we spend together, though often in separate places—sometimes intentionally, sometimes simply because life unfolds that way.

One of my favorite coaches, Candace Pollock, often asks, “Where are you feeling it?”—the emotion, the memory, that familiar pit.

Today, I felt it in my head. I woke up with a migraine, adjusting to being home again while my best friend—my husband—packed up and left. I know he’s traveling for work, and I understand that it benefits us both, but that doesn’t mean I’m entirely at ease with it.

And yet, as is often the case, even when we are together, we are independently doing our own thing.

As my headache eased, the gnawing in my gut grew stronger, reminding me of another question Candace often asks: “How is that working for you?”

The answer led me here—to this blog. Writing has always been my way of processing, of making sense of the emotions that surface and the physical pain that sometimes accompanies them. Through sharing, I’ve learned to be intentional, to look beyond what grips me in the moment.

For me, it begins with the first word—the simple act of putting thoughts into language. In doing so, I allow my memories to bring a smile to my face, even as I make space for new ones to offer their own kind of comfort

I believe my journey has given me deep empathy—allowing me to guide others with understanding and intention. As a life coach, I share the truth that even sadness holds the potential for transformation. With the right perspective and openness, it can evolve into something meaningful, even into happiness itself.

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14 May 2025

Why is kindness so elusive? Of course, not everyone is rude, inconsiderate, or self-serving. But when someone presents themselves as kind, understanding, and inclusive—only for the relationship to turn toxic—trust erodes, leaving behind disappointment and disillusionment. True kindness isn’t just words; it’s consistency, integrity, and genuine care in action.

In 1996, I had my first experience with the complexities of perception and misunderstanding. My youngest son, then six years old, attended public school as a neurotypical child. But by the time he returned home, he was labeled—Autistic. A single shift in definition changed how others saw him, yet he was still the same child. How does this happen? How does a label redefine someone’s entire experience?

In 1996, the prevalence of the syndrome was estimated at 1 in 150. We turned to experts— the school psychologist, our pediatrician, neurology specialists, and PT & OT therapists— searching for answers. But none came. Instead, we embarked on an uncertain journey, often without the support or understanding we desperately needed.

One of the earliest lessons in that journey came over coffee with another mother of a child on the spectrum. She openly admitted that if not for our shared experience, she wouldn’t have chosen to be my friend. In that moment, I realized I wouldn’t allow a label to define me—or my son. So, I stood up and walked away, determined to navigate this path on my own terms.

It’s been a lonely journey, but one marked by personal triumphs. I became an advocate, dedicating myself to learning everything I could about autism. In that process, I realized that my son and I were among the fortunate ones. Yes, his path to developing social skills took longer, but he got there—on his own terms—and today, he continues to pursue his dreams independently.

Yet, despite his progress, adversity remains. Too many people resist understanding, dismissing the nuances of his differences instead of embracing them. But he persists, proving that authenticity and determination are more powerful than judgment.

My son endured relentless bullying, and too often, his meltdowns were seen as the problem rather than the outcome of repeated mistreatment. Teachers, coaches, and parents focused on the visible reaction, failing to recognize the triggers that led him there. Instead of offering support, they chose to reprimand and isolate him. If they had taken the time to see the full story—to understand rather than judge—perhaps he wouldn’t still be carrying these painful memories today.

Due to the stigma surrounding this diagnosis—which, again, is not a disease that can be cured—my advocacy for my son focused on securing treatment we believed would help us navigate this journey in the best possible way. We sought understanding, support, and resources that would empower him rather than define him by a label.

At age 11, while receiving services through the County Board of Mental Health, Alex sat in the room as we were told he should abandon his dreams of music and baseball. The psychiatrist had compiled a report predicting his future—one in which he would never graduate high school, attend college, or live independently. She insisted that his best option was placement in a group home, where he could learn menial tasks to earn a small income. That moment was a stark reminder of how limiting assumptions can be, and how deeply they can shape the narrative placed upon an individual.

Alex and his father stormed out of the office, refusing to accept a future dictated by limitations. I remained behind, looking directly at the expressionless professional and telling her, without hesitation, that she was unfit to work with my son. His dad and I knew, without a doubt, that Alex would achieve his dreams. So, we stood together, determined to forge ahead on our own terms.

I elevated my advocacy, pouring my voice into blogging, writing letters to doctors, therapists, and anyone willing to listen. My mission was clear: to show that success is personal and achievable at every individual level.

During this time, Alex thrived in the Youth Choir, delivering solo performances that captured hearts. He carried that passion to the stage each year for his school district’s local talent show, earning standing ovations every time. In high school, his love for music and performance led him to Music in Motion—a dynamic song-and-dance ensemble where he brought his energy and talent to life with undeniable brilliance.

When Alex’s passion for sports was tested, he pushed himself to play, eager to prove his abilities. While most coaches chose not to work with him, they allowed him to serve as a team manager—practicing alongside his teammates but never truly being given the chance to compete. His innate talent was evident, yet a lack of understanding kept him sidelined.

Then came Coach Steve. Unlike the others, he recognized Alex’s love for the game and welcomed him onto the team, fostering camaraderie and inclusion. With encouragement and belief, Coach Steve made a difference—not just in Alex’s experience, but in the way acceptance can transform opportunity.

As I’ve shared, Alex endured relentless bullying throughout his school years. One individual in particular didn’t just torment him with words but also subjected him to sexual assault. This same peer and teammate went as far as threatening his life.

For years, Alex carried the weight of this trauma in silence, convinced that revealing it would shatter him. While I had my suspicions, I couldn’t get him to open up about the truth he fought so hard to bury. It wasn’t until years later—when his tormentor died of an overdose—that the pain he had locked away resurfaced, triggering PTSD and forcing him to confront the wounds he had long tried to ignore.

Alex committed himself fully to therapy, determined to confront the demons that had haunted him for years. Around this time, he seized an opportunity—accepting a job out of state and planning his next chapter with purpose and conviction. Leaving behind his incredible work family at the Cleveland Guardians, he transitioned to a minor league team, driven by his dreams. With each step forward, he wasn’t just chasing his passion—he was proving to himself and to the doubters that he was truly CAPABLE.

There are no mistakes in life—every experience shapes the path forward, even when it doesn’t go as planned. The move out of state didn’t work out, and within three months, Alex returned home. Though disappointment weighed on him, he refused to let it define him. Instead, he transformed that setback into fuel, channeling his energy into new opportunities—ones that ultimately led him even farther from home to a role with a WNBA team.

For two years, the WNBA was home—a place of growth and stability. But Alex knew he had a choice: remain in his comfort zone or embrace change and seize the next step in his career. He chose the latter, leading him to a position in baseball with a minor league team, where he’s showcasing his talent and passion. Yet, even when strutting forward, there are moments to pause, step back, and take in the wisdom of others. Growth isn’t just about pushing ahead—it’s also about knowing when to listen and adapt.

Adaptation is a two-way street. Regardless of whether someone is on the spectrum or not, every individual brings their own unique experiences to the table. Genuine, open communication is essential in any relationship. When one person is too consumed by their own thoughts to truly listen and understand, the dynamic becomes toxic. But toxicity doesn’t have to be permanent—when both sides commit to listening and seeking understanding, healing and meaningful connection become possible.

As a life coach, I support many individuals navigating relationships with family members, students, friends, and loved ones on the spectrum. The foundation of understanding and adaptation starts with releasing judgment—because judgment is toxic. Instead of viewing differences through a critical lens, embrace them as learning opportunities. True connection is built on empathy, and that is the key to fostering meaningful relationships.

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24 April 2025

I’ve been struggling to sleep at night, overwhelmed by the fear of what’s happening to our nation. Donald, who seems to aspire to be king, is chipping away at our rights piece by piece. If the Senate and House don’t act to counter the toxic rhetoric and policies he’s spreading, we risk losing our democracy entirely. Our global respectability has already suffered, and it’s time for our judicial system to rise to the occasion, fulfilling the responsibilities they were entrusted with, rather than cowering in fear of Trump’s wrath. His actions and words echo dangerous figures of the past, and it’s a wake-up call for America to stand up and protect its democratic values.

Under Biden, our borders were secured, though Donald declared to take further action.[why] Instead, his approach involved deporting individuals he deemed dangerous to a system likened to a Holocaust-era jail. We already know of at least one innocent person caught in this process—how many others might share the same fate? This raises critical questions about justice and accountability in such measures.
Our economy was showing signs of improvement, but despite promises to make life more affordable, prices continue to climb. With the added strain of tariffs, we are now facing the looming threat of a recession.
By appointing someone like RFK Jr. to oversee our health and welfare, we risk dismantling the very systems—like research and vaccines—that have been safeguarding us. Think back to 2020, when we went into lockdown because Trump ignored scientists warning about the dangers of COVID-19. Remember how many lives were lost and how many people continue to endure the effects of Long COVID. I had a mild case myself, yet it has left me with lingering symptoms—days when I feel nauseated, achy, and utterly exhausted, unable to even lift my head off the pillow.
We can point fingers at Biden for the challenges Trump claims he needs to repair, but the truth is that overspending and excessive governance in certain areas of our political system have been issues for decades. If these problems were so critical, why didn’t Trump address them during his term from 2016 to 2020?

Do we truly understand the motives driving Trump’s actions? Is his ultimate goal to crown himself as king and strip away our rights, or does he genuinely have the people’s best interests at heart? The proposal to offer $5,000 per child to boost the population seems hard to fathom. Unfortunately, it’s likely that those struggling the most—often the uneducated and impoverished will have children to access this payout as a means of survival. Yet, $5,000 would vanish in an instant, leaving families to grapple with how to provide for their children. This could lead to increased reliance on welfare, even as this administration seeks to dismantle those very systems of support.

So, I ask you, are you sleeping at night? If so, what do you know that I don’t know.

23 April 2025

I’m not sure where to start, but I urge anyone who believes RFK Jr. genuinely cares about you, your loved ones, or your community to take a closer look. He claims to want further research into the causes and cures for autism, but autism has been a focus of researchers for decades. It’s important to understand that autism is not a disease—it’s a spectrum disorder, often accompanied by a range of neurological differences when diagnosed. Let’s approach this topic with clarity and respect for the facts.

I am both the parent and wife of two incredible men on the Spectrum. My husband’s diagnosis didn’t come until his mid-to-late fifties, yet he has always been at the higher end of the Spectrum. Thanks to the unwavering support and understanding of his parents throughout his childhood, teenage years, and early adulthood, both he and his family embraced the unique lens through which he experiences the world. His parents were ahead of their time, recognizing and celebrating the fact that their son marched to the beat of his own drum. Most people never even noticed, and he has carved out a life of fulfillment, staying true to himself every step of the way.

Our youngest son was neurotypical until his first-grade teacher observed what she deemed unusual behavior. During a fire drill, the piercing sound of the alarm sent him trembling, seeking refuge beneath his desk. The school insisted on an evaluation, leading to a diagnosis of Asperger’s. Rather than fostering understanding and support, both the school and community reacted with fear, treating not only Alex as an outcast but behaving as though his diagnosis was something contagious. [Also blaming us!]

Autism is not a disease—it is a unique way of perceiving and engaging with the world. While it often emerges in early childhood, some individuals may go undiagnosed until later in life. Research indicates that a combination of genetic and environmental factors plays a role in its development. The key to true understanding lies in fostering acceptance and support. Some individuals may require more assistance than others, and further evaluation can be crucial, as autism may be just one aspect of a broader medical picture. Embracing neurodiversity allows us to create a world where everyone is valued for their strengths.

I have read various opinions on RFK, Jr’s take on Autism, Vaccines, and Mental Health. I have read comments by numerous parents and individuals on the spectrum that believe he is the next MESSIAH.

RFK Jr. has proposed creating a national autism registry as part of his research efforts, which has sparked significant backlash. [Do you want to be blacklisted?] The registry would involve collecting private medical records from various sources, including pharmacy chains, lab tests, and even fitness trackers. [Doesn’t this violate HIPPA?] I am concerned about privacy and the potential stigmatization of individuals with autism.

His comments about autism have also drawn criticism for promoting outdated and harmful stereotypes. For example, he has made claims about the limitations of individuals with autism that many advocates and experts strongly dispute. The controversy surrounding his approach highlights the need for sensitivity and respect when addressing neurodiversity.

My son graduated high school with a GPA above 3.0, went on to college, and earned his BA in Business and Technology. For over a decade, he has thrived in the sports industry, steadily climbing the corporate ladder. On numerous occasions, he has expressed that if there were a pill to cure autism, he wouldn’t take it—he firmly believes he is exactly the person he is meant to be. His passions lie in sports and music, but it’s his love for history that drives him to encourage us all to recognize and confront the harm caused by individuals like RFK Jr.

My husband spent more than half his life unaware that he was on the spectrum. When he was finally diagnosed, it brought clarity—helping him understand both the challenges he had faced and the incredible achievements he had accomplished. Though it took him 30 years to complete his BA and pursue a master’s in education, he did so with honors, finding the tools to navigate what had once been unclear in his twenties. The idea of labeling individuals and placing them on a registry is deeply unsettling, reminiscent of historical events in 1940s Germany and the troubling patterns emerging in nations governed by authoritarian rule.

If you believe RFK Jr. is handling this the right way, consider the potential consequences. Imagine someone showing up at your door to take you or your children away. Research can and should continue without the need for a registry. Let’s preserve the freedom for individuals and families to choose whether to participate in studies, ensuring their safety and protection from government overreach.

18 April 2025

What has Happened to Professionalism and Humanism in Business?

I’m struggling to understand how businesses operate at times! Here are two examples from my own experience:

For the past two years, I’ve been representing a product as a third-party vendor. I’ve established strong relationships with most of my clients and have consistently maintained a professional approach in this role. However, two months ago, while fulfilling my assignments, I discovered that the vendor responsible for compensating me either misplaced or failed to recognize the contract. As a result, I wasn’t paid for the work I completed—even though the tasks were clearly listed on my assignment sheet!

I have been communicating with individuals from both the contracting company and the business I represent. The business believes the contracting company holds the contract and expects me to continue servicing the clients in the field. However, the lack of communication between the two companies has become the central issue.

Two weeks ago, one of the clients reached out to me regarding a malfunction with the product I service. I immediately informed both companies and sought clarity on my status as a representative. Despite my efforts, I’m still waiting for answers. This morning, the same client contacted me again about ongoing malfunctioning issues, and once again, I am reaching out to both companies, urging them to address this situation promptly.

My dilemma is that I have a reputation to uphold, and I am committed to assisting the client and addressing the issues. However, I can’t help but wonder why these two businesses fail to fulfill their due diligence. Currently I am providing a service, and I haven’t been paid, nor do I expect to see payment.

Since December 20, 2024, my husband has been out of work. Despite the challenges, he has been diligently searching for employment, attending two to three interviews each week. On multiple occasions, he’s been told he was hired, only to face delayed start dates or retracted offers.

The most recent situation involves a potential out-of-area job. To accept this three-week assignment, he would need accommodations in the city where he would be working. Initially, the offer wasn’t sufficient to cover his expenses while earning a reasonable wage. After explaining his needs, the company agreed. However, two days later, they reduced the hourly rate by $5—a significant cut considering the cost of a hotel room. Even so, he reluctantly agreed.

Since then, he has been waiting for the offer in writing. Despite leaving multiple messages for the representative handling his case, he has not received a response.

Yesterday, my husband spoke with the lead of the project, who expects him to report to the site at 7:30 a.m. this Monday. My husband responded that he would be there, but only if he received the offer letter from the assigning company. He explained that he hasn’t heard from them since their last verbal offer and has been trying to get in touch and is still waiting for a response.

Within ten minutes of the phone call, the assigning company contacted my husband and reprimanded him for speaking directly with the project lead. When he attempted to explain that the situation could have been avoided if they had followed through with the appropriate paperwork, the conversation ended abruptly with them stating, “We expect you at the site on Monday.” As of today, he still has not received a written agreement or clarification on the pay scale.

Is this how business is being conducted and if so, we are truly in trouble that individuals are not being responsible for what they need to do to create the business transactions that are created.

Why do I feel I am the one responsible and too many others are choosing to do as little as they can to keep their job.

One last thought: I was at the grocery store recently, searching for a product I’ve purchased there before but couldn’t find on the shelf. After waiting over ten minutes at the customer service counter for assistance, I asked if they still carried the item. Without even checking, I was told, “If it’s not on the shelf, we don’t carry it.” When I requested they look it up, they simply told me to go back and check the shelf again. What’s going on here?

17 April 2025

Shame on you RFK jr.

I share your frustration with Robert Kennedy Jr.’s comments on Autism. My son, now 34, was diagnosed with Asperger’s—part of the Autism Spectrum—when he was just six years old. Autism is not a disease; it’s a way of being.

“A disease is a condition that disrupts the normal functioning of an organism’s body. It can result from a variety of causes, such as infections caused by bacteria, viruses, fungi, or parasites, genetic disorders, environmental factors, or unhealthy lifestyle choices. Diseases can affect specific parts of the body, such as the lungs in pneumonia, or the entire system, like diabetes.

Some diseases are contagious and can spread from one person to another, while others are non-communicable and cannot be passed on, such as cancer or heart disease. Treatment and prevention vary depending on the nature and cause of the disease. It’s a fascinating—and sometimes sobering—topic to explore!”

Autism is a Spectrum Disorder.

“A spectrum disorder is a condition that can present with a wide range of symptoms, characteristics, and levels of severity. The term “spectrum” reflects the idea that these disorders do not have a one-size-fits-all definition or appearance—they vary greatly from one individual to another.

A well-known example is autism spectrum disorder (ASD), which encompasses a variety of traits related to social communication, repetitive behaviors, and sensory sensitivities. People with ASD might experience these traits differently; some may require significant support in daily life, while others may live more independently.

Spectrum disorders allow for a more inclusive understanding of conditions by recognizing that no two individuals are identical in their experiences. Would you like to dive deeper into a specific spectrum disorder or learn more about how they’re identified and managed?”

My son does not have a disease, and he is certainly not contagious—nor are his father and I. In fact, his father exhibits many traits of someone on the higher end of the spectrum. At the age of 57, he was formally diagnosed, which offered us clarity and understanding for what some might perceive as unique or unconventional behaviors.

Let me start by talking about my husband, who thrives in one-on-one communication when he feels comfortable in his surroundings. His mother often remarked that he marches to the beat of a different drummer. Although he faced challenges in certain social situations, he developed the ability to identify and utilize tools that helped him navigate a path alongside neurotypicals. [My husband has a Masters in Higher Education earned with honors.]

After our son was diagnosed, the school system reduced him to a statistic—one of 150 individuals diagnosed in 1996 who required special attention and accommodations. While some of this support was necessary and beneficial, it also led to segregation that had harmful effects. Tragically, he endured bullying and missed out on key growth experiences, largely due to the attitudes of individuals like RFK Jr., who viewed him as a liability rather than recognizing his true potential.

RFK Jr. has no understanding of what he’s talking about, and his words are causing pain for so many of us. Today, my son holds a management position in the sports industry. He has lived independently for over five years, starting in New York, then moving to Texas, and now settling in Kentucky. Autism is not a disease, so it doesn’t need to be cured, but my son has learned to manage it. For some individuals on the spectrum, this might involve medication, therapy, or specific strategies. For others, it’s about being accepted, understood, and treated with respect—not victimized.

My son attended college and graduated college and holds a BA in Business Management. He has followed his dreams working his way up in the sports industry beginning with The Akron Rubber Ducks, The Guardians (Indians), The Binghamton Ponies, The Dallas Wings (WNBA) and currently with The Louisville Bats.

My son is at the high end of the spectrum and since it is a spectrum disorder there are many individuals that live differently. However, I have a friend whose son will never live on his own and will always have some form of guidance and guardianship, however he is living his full time and he is an artist who sells his paintings and his commissioned by many because of his love and passion he creates in his artwork.

My son is on the high end of the spectrum, and since autism is a spectrum disorder, individuals experience and navigate life in diverse ways. For example, I have a friend whose son will never live independently and will always require guidance and guardianship. Despite this, he leads a fulfilling life as an artist. His talent and passion shine through in his paintings, which he sells to many admirers and creates on commission, reflecting his love for art in every piece.

My son’s best friend played collegiate basketball at Michigan State University, where he earned a championship ring. He has since become a speaker and advocate for individuals on the autism spectrum and now works in the educational system. As a father to three healthy, beautiful children, he embodies resilience and success. Although he faced misunderstanding during his childhood, he was fortunate to have a supportive and loving family who encouraged him to pursue his passions.

Autism is not an easy condition to navigate, and as parents, I can say it transformed my life and my husband’s in ways we never anticipated. When our son was diagnosed, we faced judgment and exclusion from many people, and some even blamed us—suggesting that having a child at age 40 was “too late” in life. Autism is not a disease, nor is it caused by anyone. While studies are exploring genetic links to better understand it, even if we had known before Alex’s birth, it would not have changed a thing. He is our son, and he is deeply loved.

10 April 2025

It’s Autism Awareness Month, and I feel it’s time for me to speak out.

My youngest son, Alex, was neurotypical—until he wasn’t. When he was in first grade, the school psychologist identified him as Autistic, and we were advised to get a formal diagnosis. Within days, we had an appointment with Dr. Max Wiznitzer at University Hospital, who ultimately diagnosed Alex with Asperger’s syndrome (a term that is no longer used). We were told that Alex was extremely high functioning. At age six, he had met and continued to meet his developmental milestones, but he showed some tendencies that placed him under the Autism umbrella. If the school needed a label, then Alex now had one.

In some circles, we were even criticized for acknowledging Alex’s diagnosis. Some people saw him as neurotypical, while others treated him as odd. In the 1990s, Autism was still largely misunderstood, and you either “looked” and “acted” Autistic, or you didn’t. The label became a social barrier—not only for Alex but also for his father and me.

It wasn’t just teachers and classmates’ parents who distanced themselves; even some family members kept us at arm’s length. My mom initially believed that Alex’s Autism was a result of me giving birth at age 40. One of my sisters-in-law dismissed Alex as simply being a brat, blaming my supposed poor parenting. Over time, my mom came to understand the condition and supported us through emotional, physical, and financial struggles—especially during a time when insurance denied coverage for Alex’s medical expenses.

In another blog, I shared how Dr. Max assured us that Alex would grow, develop, and mature into his own person, and that we’d notice significant changes around his 25th birthday. He believed Alex needed to cultivate his own social skills to become the mature adult he is today.

Alex doesn’t fit the portrayal of individuals in the Netflix series Autism in Love, yet this series has garnered widespread praise. My concern with this show is that it fails to represent the diversity of individuals on the spectrum. It focuses on dating, relationships, and marriage, which are not realistic aspirations for everyone on the spectrum. If you’re going to depict Autism in love, why not include people like Alex and others who have careers, friendships, and independent lives? The series reinforces narrow stereotypes that do not reflect the wide range of abilities and experiences within the Autistic community.

There are countless individuals like my son who, despite their talents and abilities, are excluded from social circles or are pushed to only associate with others on the spectrum. Years ago, this happened to Alex when a director from a local Autism Speaks chapter attempted to pair him with a young girl also on the spectrum. While her intentions were kind, the girl was not at a stage of maturity to engage with a boy, and Alex felt as though he was being told, “This is the best you will ever do.”

To make matters worse, a psychiatrist once told Alex he would never work in sports or live independently. She predicted he’d live in a group home and hold menial jobs. How wrong she was! Alex has proven her—and so many others—wrong.

Whether or not we’re on the spectrum (and many people likely go undiagnosed), we all deserve the right to choose who we associate with and who we may or may not want to marry. It’s time to stop labeling and making assumptions about one another. Labels reflect what we believe, and if we believe that Autism in Love represents all Autistic individuals, we perpetuate harmful stereotypes.

Let’s take this month to truly gain awareness.

2 April 2025

Are you searching for answers?

What are the questions that guide you?

It’s curious how we’re always on a quest for something—and yet, when we finally find it, is it ever truly what we were seeking?

Since childhood, I’ve heard tales of the legendary Fountain of Youth. We’re so often lured into imagining a picturesque, crystal-clear spring nestled in a peaceful, idyllic setting—a magical place where, if found, we would remain forever young and beautiful.

As I embrace the later chapters of my life, I find myself longing for the beauty and vitality of youth. Yet, I’m pleasantly surprised to realize that reconnecting with my youthful spirit doesn’t require the mythical Fountain of Youth or Ponce de León’s legendary quest. The Fountain of Youth symbolizes our pursuit of renewal and transformation, and at any age—regardless of income—we can choose to cultivate our wellness. Ultimately, it’s a matter of intentionality and the choices we make.

Searching for answers can lead to fulfilling discoveries and satisfaction, but it can also uncover the legendary Pandora’s box. This iconic symbol from Greek mythology tells the story of Pandora, whose boundless curiosity mirrored that of Eve from the Garden of Eden. Despite being warned not to open the jar, Pandora—like Eve—succumbed to temptation. When she opened it, mythology claims she unleashed the world’s evils: suffering, despair, illness, and perhaps even the seeds of global warming.

Eve’s tale explores themes of temptation, free will, the pursuit of knowledge, and the far-reaching consequences of choice. Both stories underscore the intricate layers of human nature and the inherent risks in the quest for understanding.

Today, many of us find ourselves searching for our identities. Growing up in the 1950s and 60s, as part of the baby boomer generation, I believed the United States was a land of opportunity and happiness. I watched my parents navigate lean years with grace, living fully within their means.

At a time when most mothers were stay-at-home moms, my mother broke the mold—working outside the home and earning money for her pushkie. In Yiddish, pushkie refers to a small container or box, and my mother had an old cigar box that likely belonged to her mother. Every penny she earned from sewing for others, baking for friends and family, or crafting her unique line of cloth dolls went into that box. For her, this pushkie wasn’t just a stash—it was her expression of independence and identity.

But as I stepped into my 20s, I began to notice a world of choices unfolding before me. Rather than seeking clarity or answers to the questions these choices brought, I leapt in headfirst—only to find myself wrestling with pain and anxiety as the years went on. This is not to say my life was bad, it was good but not as good as it is now.

My life feels brighter, better, and truly authentic because I seek answers to my questions. The answers I need stem from self-awareness and understanding what truly matters to bring me happiness. When a mother is happy, the ripple effect often touches the entire family, creating a more positive and supportive atmosphere that can help children thrive. However, you don’t need to be a mother to inspire and uplift those around you. Sharing positivity—even as simple as offering a smile—has a contagious power to impact others in meaningful ways.

If you are searching for the meaning of life – find your authentic self and you will have your answer!

1 April 2025

April 1st is often the one day of the year when pranking becomes widely accepted, thanks to April Fool’s Day. Historically, it has been customary to dedicate one day annually to playing harmless tricks on one another. While researching its origins, I found conflicting accounts regarding who first introduced this tradition—whether it was Chaucer in The Canterbury Tales, the French poet Eloy d’Amerval, or someone from the Middle Ages.

Interestingly, there’s also a Jewish reference tied to Noah and the Great Flood. The story suggests that Noah released a dove from the Ark before the waters had receded—a decision considered a “foolish act” in retrospect. Regardless of its origins, April Fool’s Day remains a unique celebration of lighthearted mischief.

Well, I am not here to fool you, in fact I am not good at trickery of any kind and if I were to attempt it I would most likely make myself look Foolish!

Here are some phrases and traditions that might signal someone is pulling an April Fool’s prank:

In the United States, pranks are often revealed with the phrase “April Fool!”
In Germany, the phrase “April, April!” is shouted to mark the joke.
In Italy, France, Belgium, parts of Switzerland, and Canada, pranks often involve secretly sticking a paper fish on someone’s back. In these regions, newspapers may also publish fake news stories featuring a fish as the subject.
In the UK, after an April Fool’s prank, it’s common to yell “April fool!” at the recipient, declaring them the “April fool” of the moment.

April Fool’s traditions vary across cultures, but they all share a lighthearted spirit of fun and mischief!

Here are some pranks I have learned of but please don’t try these at home!

Remove the cream from an Oreo and replace it with toothpaste or replace sugar with salt (if you still use a sugar bowl).
Hide a rubber snake or mouse in a drawer to scare your victim when they open it.
The BBC in the past did a story on farmers picking spaghetti from the wheat fields.
Back in the early days of television, Swedish National Television told viewers that placing a nylon sock over their screens would turn them into color TV.
On April 1, 1980, Boston television station WNAC-TVaired a fake news bulletin at the end of the 6 o’clock news which reported that Great Blue Hill in Milton, Massachusetts was erupting. (This created a panic that was not funny!)
In 1997, Pat Sajak and Alex Trebek swapped roles, with Pat hosting Jeopardy! and Alex hosting Wheel of Fortune. A lighthearted and memorable switch.
In 2008, the BBCreported a newly discovered colony of flying penguins.
In 1988, Capital Radio in London gave all their breakfast-show time-checks one hour early, panicking listeners who needed to get up for work.

Some pranks lean towards harmless humor, while others teeter on chaos—always a reminder to tread carefully with mischief!

Wishing you all a fantastic Tuesday, April 1, 2025! Keep your wits about you—today might just bring a playful prank your way!

30 March 2025

Toilet paper—yes, I’m diving into the topic of this everyday essential that we all rely on. Once upon a time, buying it was straightforward. There were only a handful of brands, all producing standard rolls designed to fit neatly onto the classic toilet paper holder, often built right into the bathroom wall beside the commode. Use to be so simple to purchase this item, there were ‘x’ brands that all came on a circular role that fit on the conventional toilet paper tool that often was set into the bathroom wall right next to the commode. However, in the pursuit of greater market dominance, Corporate America has made changes to this everyday item to such an extent that it has reached a level of complexity I never anticipated, nor WANT!

Does your toilet paper roll fit on your standard holder? And if it does, does it actually roll smoothly? Mine doesn’t! Instead, I find myself wrestling with the roll at the most inconvenient moment, just when I need enough to properly take care of business! (Wipe my Tush!)

Why did the product managers at Proctor & Gamble (a nod to Mr. Whipple), Northern, Angel Soft, Scott Paper Products, and countless others feel the need to make changes to this product that, in my opinion, adds no value? It’s a mystery worth pondering, and that is what I am doing.

Have you noticed that the softer the tissue, the more dust it seems to create? And who even decides what counts as “softness”? If you’re a Charmin user, you might recall the nostalgic “Please don’t squeeze the Charmin” commercials featuring Mr. Whipple. For years, Charmin held its place as the softest option, fitting perfectly on toilet roll holders without creating a dust storm. But now, I find myself sneezing and battling dust clouds as I struggle just to grab enough tissue to get the job done!

Haven’t we already got enough changes to navigate in the world? And yet, toilet paper has somehow become one of the greatest daily challenges we face. Perhaps Elon Musk could channel his innovations toward ensuring we can handle our business in peace, without turning it into a full-blown battle while seated on the commode!

So, what do you think?

March 28, 2025

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, and probably more times may come, I am so proud of my sons, but specifically today it is my son Alex, my youngest.

As I have shared on numerous occasions when Alex was diagnosed on the Autism Spectrum too many people (teachers, therapists, and doctors) underestimated his abilities. Sadly, there were too many of these individuals who were part of his education and healthcare that chose to relate to him (and us) with low expectations. However, thanks to Dr. Max Wiznitzer (UH) his father and I encouraged Alex to be the best he could be. We did not strive for perfection (although we have learned that is what he heard). For example, when Alex wanted to play baseball, but coaches didn’t want to work with him because he understood the game on a professional level and not as little league, or high school rules, we enrolled him in baseball lessons where he excelled and loved learning how to perfect his swing, his catch and his throwing. (This is meeting someone where they are not taking them in your direction to fill your needs.)

But let’s get to today.

Alex has been working in Sports for over 10 years. He has progressed and worked himself up the ranks. Baseball has always been his first love from the night he stayed up late watching the Orioles play the Cleveland Indians, calling them the Oreos and asking his dad questions about each play. At the age of 2 or 3 he became so mesmerized by the game he started mimicking the stances of players and began to see what worked and what didn’t. Although he had not yet been diagnosed, he demonstrated a remarkable ability to observe and learn continuously. In addition to baseball other sports peaked his interest and he found his Zayde, my father was sports liaison as he knew more than his dad and anyone else he tried to converse with. On one such occasion a few years into this deep interest Alex was watching Golf on TV and insisted he call his Zayde because he saw something that he knew only my dad would relate to. And so, it began almost 32 years ago.

Three plus years ago while working at the Guardians Alex realized that he had hit his ceiling. Although there was so much more he wanted to learn and do with his favorite home team he knew he has to move on to something bigger where he could spread his wings and grow.

His first stop was working in merchandising for the Binghamton Ponies, what he had hoped would be a long-term learning opportunity was cut short after a few months, he knew he did not belong there, and he sensed that there were some in the organization that did not see his value.

However, Alex knew his value, we believed in him, and he came home to start his career search. The search took him to the WNBA and Dallas, Texas. (Now for those who said he would never make it, he not only drove the 1000+ miles to his new home and career, but he did also it with confidence.) Alex worked with this team, and he learned from his managers and specifically the CFO (AMBER) what he needed to know in order to prove his worth and be able to make it to the next level.

Today is the opening day in Louisville, Ky for the Louisville Bats the Triple A team for the Cincinnati Reds. Just 8 weeks ago Alex arrived in Louisville hired as their Merchandising Manager. He walked into some chaos with a new Team Store being built and merchandise that had been stored that he had to begin making sense of. It may have looked like an endless defeating job to many but “He buckled right in with a bit of a grin, and didn’t say NO he just did IT!”

As Alex’s sounding board, I’ve found it invaluable to have someone who listens without judgment. Since starting newclevelandradio.net in May 2017, this has helped us vent frustrations and fuel our success.

Today, not only is it opening day at the Louisville Slugger Field it is the opening of their newly designed BATS Team Store Managed by Alex Hale. This morning Alex was one of a handful of Managers and Staff that were interviewed on TV (locally in Louisville). I was not able to view it myself, but I know he represented himself and his new team well.

For those of you reading this who may know my son but did not believe in him, well I am here to tell you that you made a big mistake discounting his ability.

For those of you who may be reading this and have a child on the spectrum or with any special needs, believe in them and let them lead you, they will become the best versions of themselves.

As parents we must keep our children safe, but we must let them forge into the world and be who they were meant to be. Yes we can coach and guide them, but we cannot lead them to the water and make them drink.

I know there were times I tried, but Alex showed me the way and for that I must say it makes me proud.

For the record, Alex’s older brother Steve is amazing himself. Steve too has made choices that I have learned to understand and lean into. They are brothers who are as different as night and day.

I am KVELING.

Check it out: https://louisvillebats.milbstore.com/

March 16, 2025, Winter is almost over, and I am looking forward to Spring and Summer. I am not a winter person; I seek the sunshine and warmth which energizes me. Winter is my hibernation time and was more obvious this year with the injury to my right shoulder that had me sidelined for a while. I am recuperating well, and I am excited that I am seeing the results from therapy as I continue with OT to ensure a full recovery.

The past few months have given me time to re-evaluate what is important in my life and I am looking forward to being more mindful of what I need so I can be the best version of myself (for others).

I am creating a recording schedule that works for me. I am accepting the fact that it is not my job/purpose to accommodate everyone. If it doesn’t work for me I will not be my authentic self and that is very important for me as I carve out my journey. It is imperative that I am enjoying my experiences in life because we only walk this path once. I want to encourage you to do the same, life is short, and regrets can be limited. We have no guarantees in life, but we have the opportunity to use our challenges in a productive and positive manner.

When I select guests to be part of one of our many podcasts on newclevelandradio.net I am looking for individuals that have a story, journey, challenge to share with my listeners. When we hear someone else’s words we often can relate in some manner that may provide us with options for opportunities we may not have noticed in the past. Too often we walk down the path of least resistance, and we pass the many options that are scattered all around us. Learning mindfulness is the first step to finding our inner happiness and fulfilling our needs.

Is It Time to Make A Change?

Securing a Coach to guide you and assist you as you take your steps can be the answer to many of the challenges you have faced in the past and continue to encounter as you move forward. Coaching can be rewarding for both the Coach and the Coached (you).

I have created an affordable program to encompass the financial issues many of us experience. I believe it is important to invest in ourselves and that is why #yesican Coaching with Karen has a flat fee of $25 per zoom session. Each session is 45-55 minutes in length. We will work one on one as you choose the path you want to explore.

Clarify your niche. What is important for you?
Invest in yourself. This includes the financial piece but most of the commitment to change.
Define the first step – KIS (Keep It Simple!)
One step at a time – no time frame.
Create a list/vision board.

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10 March 2025

I arrived in Louisville on Thursday evening with the intention of spending quality time with my son, who relocated here a month ago. He has assigned me the task of organizing his apartment and enhancing its aesthetic according to his preferences.

Friday I took the day to setup his apartment while he went to work for ¾ of the day. We spent a leisurely evening together and we regain some of the time we lost over the holidays.

On Saturday morning, I went to work at the Louisville Slugger stadium’s open house for season ticket holders. I met some of my sons’ coworkers and fans, helped set up merchandise sales, and greeted fans. It was enjoyable, but by 2pm, I was exhausted and needed a nap. Later, we chatted until our eyelids grew heavy and we called it a night.

Springing forward this morning we spent a lazy Sunday morning watching TV, having a small breakfast while both of us took time to get caught up on our work projects in anticipation of tomorrow.

Tomorrow we are going the Louisville Bat Museum. Since Alex was two years old my husband thought about bringing him here so now that he lives here I am taking him to the museum at the age of 34.

Tomorrow, we are visiting the Louisville Bat Museum. My husband and I had considered bringing Alex here since he was two years old. Now that Alex lives here and is 34 years old, I am taking him to the museum.

We just returned from an early dinner at Olive Garden one of Alex’s favorite places. Again, we sat there and chatted.

As you can tell I am writing my blog as I have missed a few days as I have taken this time to soak everything in here. The changes I have seen in my son make me KVEL.

As for newclevelandradio.net meets #yesicanCoaching with Karen – I have taken time to schedule and reschedule sessions both recording and coaching.

My coaching skills help me understand and accept my sons, even when we disagree on certain philosophies. This life change for me has been rewarding and brings me closer in conversation without judgement. [I don’t expect my son to keep his apartment as organized and clean as I am keeping while here, and that’s OK. He appreciates what I have done, but he will do it his way.]

My coaching skills allow me to understand and accept my sons, even when we disagree. This change has been rewarding and helps us communicate without judgment. I believe this makes me a better person.

This week will be slow as I resume therapy for my arm. I am adapting to changes for myself, my family, friends, and clients.

I understand the need for life coaching and I am here making it affordable to reach the apex of your climb.

Life coaching can be beneficial, and I aim to make it affordable for you to achieve your goals.

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3 March 2025

BASEBALL

It’s amazing how my love for sports has evolved and connected me to different teams, and how my youngest son has played such a significant role in reigniting my passion. The Louisville Bats are a fantastic AAA baseball team to root for, however I will continue to hold onto my long-time loyalty to the Guardians.

The Annual Open House at Slugger Field sounds like such a fun event! (And I will be there to enjoy the festivities from the stadium tours to Baseball Bingo—and especially the chance to play catch on the field—it seems like the perfect way for fans to immerse themselves in the excitement of the season ahead. Fingers crossed for favorable weather as predicted.

Here’s an incredible season for the Louisville Bats and a year full of treasured sports memories for you and your family, as well as for mine.

1 March 2025

The week of 23 February 2025

When you plan your week and others are involved to remain happy and sane you must be prepared to pivot. I began pivoting on Sunday, the first day of what was to be a very busy week.

Sunday ‘our plans’ (my husband and I) were to go to breakfast earlier than usual on Sunday (we go to a local coffee shop every Sunday). However, my husband was having a rough morning so early became late. Now late would not have been an issue but the Auto Show was/is in town and he wanted to go and drag me along with him. We arrived at the busiest time of the show on that day and the ability for him to leisurely look and observe just wasn’t happening. I did my best to adjust to the crowds with a smile. After the car show he wanted to go out for a late lunch/early dinner but instead we went grocery shopping, and I came home and prepared dinner (another adjustment I was not prepared for).

Last week I emptied my schedule for Monday as my husband had an assignment in Bowling Green, Ohio and he asked if I would accompany him since it is a minimum of a 2-hour trip to and from. Pivoting began prior to our departure, as usual we were on Richard time, not quite EST. It was a long day and after traveling (including pit stops to make it feel almost like a date), I was glad to be home to sit and veg.

Early Tuesday morning 3 of my 4 clients needed to reschedule with empathetic understanding.

What in the World had been scheduled for Wednesday at 3pm and in the middle of recording my computer got a direct Malware Attack that stop the recording in its tracks. This was also the day my husband began having severe vertigo and I was physically and emotionally assisting him. The following day his symptoms worsened and went to Urgent Care who sent us to the Emergency Room. By 8pm on Thursday night they were trying to admit him the hospital but finding a bed was an ordeal. When he finally got admitted a CAT SCAN indicated the need for an MRI, the MRI indicated an inconclusive report, and although he didn’t feel ‘that’ ill, everything they did for him make him feel sick. I spent the night sleeping (if you call it that..) upright in a chair.

Hallelujah, at 6pm Friday night my husband was released, and despite some further outpatient testing and therapy he is doing well. The vertigo still needs to be addressed but despite it being annoying his medical team believes PT will help resolve or limit the episodes.

Today, Saturday I had another podcast scheduled that the host needed to reschedule and until March 22^nd which gives me another free day, pivoting in this maze of life.

As I look back at my week part of me feels inadequate and yet there is another part of me that makes me feel ADEQUATE or more in dealing with change and adapting as needed for others as well as myself. Whoever said life was easy and perfect was writing a fairy tale because life too often throws lemons at us and unless we make lemonade it can be difficult to find the sunshine that enables us.

So, this week I will not be posting any podcasts ad I will not allow myself to think less of myself for not accomplishing what I had set out to accomplish. I was in the right place at the right time.

The next time you find yourself in the MAZE pivot and you will find your way.

HOW TO PIVOT

1.To pivot you must turn and shift your weight and thoughts.

2.Change your focus, adapt to your surroundings or move to a new spot.

3.Change direction by choice or by need.

4.Reorganize your thoughts to find the path you need to follow.

5.Make a life choice change.

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27 February 2025

When life throws Lemons at you, Make Lemonade, and if you don’t like lemonade, trade off those lemons for something else, use the bartering system. Bartering begins within. This system of trading began in ancient times. Instead of paying with cash or credit card, you offer something in exchange for something else. We often use this methods within out families and it can be a worthwhile and satisfying practice.

Bartering is being used among neighbors and friends. You may have a service you can provide for someone and in return they exchange something of value to you. As a young child I use to water a neighbor’s flowers in the summer and in return she would make a bouquet of flowers I would give to my mother. In my child’s mind I was earning brownie points from my mother as I proved I was responsible in completing my chore with our neighbor.

I often barter with myself, specifically at those time I feel down and out over an issue I may or may not have control over. But I do have the control to set my thoughts in a more positive and productive manner.

I have shared on various occasions that I am compulsive. I expect a lot from myself, and I can get into a loop where I cause my own stress which leads to aggression too often causing physical distress culminating into chronic migraine and fibromyalgia discomfort. However, through my lifelong training I have learned how to negotiate with myself when I get in one of these cycles. (I’m not perfect and sometimes I don’t catch myself until I am spiraling out.) One example has been with my shoulder recovery. I know what I am capable of doing today and with the proper exercise (therapy) and time what I will be able to do in the future. But being the compulsive person I am I tend to overdo, overreach, cause discomfort and eventually pain that requires significant down time. My body needs to be forced into relaxation, I have trained myself to always be on the go and doing, however, a few accidents such as breaking my shoulder, and aging are slowing me down. However, when I barter with myself I can slow down in a productive way.

Slowing down in a productive way for me is keeping a list of what I want to accomplish each day and accepting that I may not fulfill my list. The more realistic I am with my wants and needs will determine my personal success. I have also learned that it is ‘ok’ to ask for help/assistance/guidance to meet my success. It’s not cheating! (I used to believe it was.)

My wonderful coach, Candace Pollock, The Intentionality Gurus, continues to ask the question, ‘how is that working for you?’ The majority of my marriage (41 plus years), I rarely asked my husband to do any chores domestic, professionally, or personally for me unless I was ill or I was helping someone else. I didn’t want to intrude, nor did I want to look needy so instead I became compulsive in doing it all and when I couldn’t I became angry, frustrated, and found myself feeling useless.

Truth be told I was and am far from useless. I am capable of doing a lot of things (even while I am recovering from a broken/surgically repair shoulder). However, that question Candace proposes to me quite often, ‘and how is that working for you?’ Is one I have posted on my computer. When I look at it I begin my personal bartering system. What can I give myself in exchange for ‘it working for me’?

How can I assist you?

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16 February 2025

I’ve gotten spoiled over the last few winters, snow in Northeast Ohio was minimal and the temperatures were milder than they are this winter of 2025. I’m not a winter person, give me Spring, Summer and Fall year-round and I will be in my happy place. Snow is pretty on postcards, and I Hallmark© movies. At least that’s my opinion. I know some of you reading this are enjoying the snow and winter activities of skiing, skating, sledding or maybe plunging into a lake like a polar bear swimmer. On the subject of seasonal changes, I think we can all agree to disagree and not feel intimidated by each other’s opinions.

My question is why it is so easy to agree to disagree on various subjects and yet we are willing to walk away and disengage from people on other subjects. Why is it we are open minded in getting to know someone, but one issue can totally rock the boat and sink the relationship. It seems as if we continue to recreate the Garden of Eden allowing the snake to convince us to take a bite out of the apple often with words and actions that lead to meanness, even when we don’t identify with being mean.

Why do we strive to be ‘right’ instead of being understanding for a more peaceful world? Gaining insight into what others believe and why may be what our society needs. Often we have limitations learned through family, friends, and community. Limitations may be the cause of the hate and evil in our world. I am not suggesting that we become clones of each other in fact I am suggesting that we open our minds and hearts to the differences that may help each one of us become a better person.

“Limits, like fear, is often an illusion.” To overcome our limitations in action and thinking is to step outside of our comfort zone. We will never know our limits until we push ourselves. What is one thing you think you can’t do? What would it take to try it out?

Have you heard the term, ‘self-limiting beliefs?’ This refers to those thoughts that stop us from taking a step in a new direction. It’s the mental roadblocks that are screaming danger, danger, except is there really danger if you take a different path?

Have you asked: “Am I good enough?” – I HAVE!
Have you ever said: “I don’t deserve…” – I HAVE!
Have you ever said: “I can’t change.” – I HAVE!
Have you ever said or thought: “I fear failure.” – I HAVE!
Have you ever thought: “They won’t like me.” – I HAVE!

You can overcome your sabotaging beliefs like I have using the technics I use with my clients.

Challenge yourself – identify one belief and question if it is true or not.
- Make a list of the pros and cons
- Example, am I good enough:
  - List the things you do well
  - List the things you want to do better
  - List the things you don’t want to do
- Practice self-love/caring
  - Treat yourself with kindness
  - Use the positive language you share with others
  - Be your best friend
- Set Realistic Goals
  - Don’t expect to change overnight
  - Take baby steps
  - Praise yourself for trying to make change
- Improve your negativity
  - Practice gratitude
  - Challenge your negative thoughts
  - Limit your participation in negative activities

To be the best version of yourself cultivate healthy habits, focus on your emotional well-being which includes exercise, healthy eating habits, sleep and relaxation, and mindfulness. You can take the path that motivates you, it may not be the road others are traveling. Take your journey to fulfill your life and while not imposing on others and not allowing others to impose on yours.

“Keep looking up… that’s the secret of life.” – Snoopy

#YESICAN coaching with Karen
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https://newclevelandradio.net/yesican-a-personal-coaching-journey/

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26 January 2025 It is a little over a month since I broke my shoulder and humerus. It took 10 days to have surgery, but I must admit each day since surgery has been a little easier. I am not having PAIN although I am having discomfort, the scar is healing itchy and taught and learning to use my arm again and not overusing it can be challenging, but challenges make me stronger and wiser.

I must admit my husband of almost 41 years has stepped up his ‘game’, as I have been the independent one doing ‘things’ that he could have done or would have been willing to learn how to do. But I was raised in an era where I tried to be the best wife, and that meant doing the chores…until now.

I am learning slowly how to ask for assistance. It may be difficult after 41 years of marriage, 43 years together, and being in our 70s that we are adjusting and making the changes we need to keep ourselves actively happy.

Prior to my injury we bought a series of tickets for the Comedy Club and last night was our first night out. It was special for me since this past week with the below zero temps I was housebound (mostly by choice). Being out in public and being entertained by Tom Poppa at Hilarities was the best medicine for me. I will admit my shoulder and arm were gnawing at my nerves all day and despite the fact they I continued to feel uncomfortable I was able to pacify the aching feeling and laugh increasing my endorphins. Upon returning home I took my heating pad and placed it on my shoulder and comfortably fell asleep. (Don’t worry I use a gel pack heating device that within 20 minutes is room temperature, no fear of falling asleep with it and getting burned.) Last night for the first time in over a month I slept through the night waking up to a blue and sunny sky.

I often tell my listening audience as well as my life coaching clients, things happen for a reason. When we have an accident – “an unfortunate incident that happens unexpectedly and unintentionally, typically resulting in damage or injury” we must not blame ourselves and others, family and friends should not place the fault on us either.

We must learn from the event and there are lessons to be learned, one of my lessons was fixing a trip hazard in our home. I have tripped before, as have my husband and youngest son over the past 16 years in our home. My unfortunate incident was the catalyst to fix this situation turning this into a fortunate repair.

I also have learned that when you are in a partnership whether it be family, friends, work associates you need not be the one who thinks you are the only one who can do the chores. You must work as a team and use your skills wisely while giving others the opportunity to learn and assist you respecting your differences. Recently my husband and I talked about our grocery shopping skills. He likes one store, and I like another. The reason he shops at one is that it is slightly smaller, and he feels comfortable with their floor plan, the choices of products as well as the friendliness at the checkout and the fact that they place your groceries in your car.

The market I go to is larger, it takes me longer to maneuver through. In many incidents I believe they have lower prices, and more of a variety, but less in specialty items. However, their checkout system and their employees are not as friendly or courteous. When healthier I would use self-checkout to avoid the store personnel. They also do not have the ability to bring your groceries to your car so on cold icy snowy days it can be tricky getting your groceries loaded in your car.

Prior to my accident I did not understand the reasonings of my husband, who was willing to pay more for our weekly groceries but as we shared our thoughts and differences we agreed we both have valid points, and we will continue to work through obtaining our needs one shopping trip at a time.

“There is no such thing as accident, it is fate misnamed.” Napolean Bonaparte.

“Fate will find a way.” Virgil

I will find a way and get healthier and stronger each day!

#YESICAN coaching with Karen
kh.yesican1@gmail.com
https://newclevelandradio.net/yesican-a-personal-coaching-journey/

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15 January 2025 Don’t get scammed! Just because someone found you on LinkedIn does not mean they are legitimate. We caught it before we got taken —

Somone contacted my husband – they saw his resume on LinkedIn – they claimed to be from TOPICUS – https://topicus.com/. They offered him a job in IT, his background, and even sent an offer letter but what was strange about the whole interaction, they contacted him and only communicated through MS TEAMS as a text. The biggest red flag was when they said they wanted to send him a check to deposit so he could buy the equipment he would need for the job and the job started on Monday of next week. They asked where he banked, he only gave the Bank Name, and they told him they didn’t like Bank 1 but claimed they had a relationship with Bank 2. This was a bigger and redder red flag.

We went to Bank 2 to ask them about this, and they informed us as we assumed this was a scam and someone was using us and we should cut off all communication with them, which we did. Luckily we did not share anything private with them and we are reporting this publicly so others can learn from what could have been fraud on our part if we had been susceptible. I trust the people at Bank 2 for being open and honest and direct with us.

Yes, my husband lost his job right before the holidays and yes he wants to get back into the work force, but it is sad that SCAMMERS will seek to hurt individuals who just want to do the right thing, work, and pay for their individual needs.

My husband has always been a trusting soul, and he truly wants to believe in the good of people, but I think he is not scared by this – why are there one two many scumbags in this world?

To those of you on LinkedIn as I am please, careful not everyone is a good respectable person. I think the majority of us are, but it only takes one person to trick you and ruin your reputation.

Beware of TOPICUS – not sure if it’s real or not!

#YESICAN coaching with Karen
kh.yesican1@gmail.com
https://newclevelandradio.net/yesican-a-personal-coaching-journey/

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14 January 2025 It may be hard to believe but the SAGA of events continues.

The plumbing issue at our condo is not our fault or responsibility – however it has caused a huge inconvenience and expense as we cannot stay in out home since we cannot use water that includes toilets, showers, laundry, and the basics of life. Since Saturday we have been staying in a hotel, Country Inn & Suites, and we will be here till at least Thursday as mother nature is interfering with the ground repair to the sewer line. It is inevitable if not fixed the damage that is incurring my neighbor’s unit will expand beyond. We are lucky as of this writing we have no sewage backup in our unit, but my neighbor will have a huge insurance claim.

So, what does it mean? Although my aim and plan to return to work this week was in process I will be limiting myself to two podcasts. We are scheduled for What in the World with Paul Seaburn today at 3:30 pm we go live on YOUTUBE – and tomorrow we will have another edition of ISMs. Plan for a return next week to a fuller schedule.

The good news is I am healing from surgery, and the bad news is I cannot drive or bear weight on that arm until at least April. I have enough metal in that arm to set off all alarms so beware…

I start PT and OT next Monday I will be getting services at home – I have been selected to be part of a study program where I will be getting ‘cement’ injections beginning in April to assist with bone growth. I am excited about this, and I will be in the program for 18- 24 months. As my son has said this injury was a blessing in disguise as my torn rotator cuff was repaired as well, something I was suffering from but hesitated on the surgery.

Speaking of my sons I must say I feel blessed to have two adult children who have stayed connected and continue to share their love and support as my husband, and I continue to travel this rocky road. My husband, despite his own issues of losing his job and now trying to secure employment has truly stepped up to help me. I have shared previously for the last 40 years I have spoiled my husband. Typically, I have done all the household chores and specifically all the cooking, preparation and organizing of meals. He never showed an interest in cooking, and I have enjoyed cooking, baking, and keeping an organized home where there was no need for him to make the attempt. But he is learning, and I appreciate him more than ever. (Ladies, if your spouse acts like he is the King of the Castle ask yourself if you have anything to do with placing him on the throne!

As I continue to share we all need a little assistance and guidance and if you are considering getting Coaching Assistance – contact me.

#YESICAN coaching with Karen
kh.yesican1@gmail.com
https://newclevelandradio.net/yesican-a-personal-coaching-journey/

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13 January 2025

Here is an update

OK – Life Is Messy, but we must take the good with the not so good.

I broke my right humerus and shoulder on Christmas eve, had surgery on January 2. Today, January 13, I returned to the surgeon, and I will begin PT and OT, I will not be able to bear any weight on that arm until my next set of x-rays and appointment on April 2. That also means no driving. So, I will be actively coaching and podcasting – so join me.

Join me tomorrow when What in the World with Paul Seaburn returns. Paul and john have promised to be humorous in honor of my right arm.

Since December 20^th my family has endured a lot – the first thing was my husband losing his IT job (due to ageism). That was followed by our youngest son visiting for the holidays who was and di pursue a new job- a great career move. I then had my fall and broke my humerus which was not funny. I had to wait 10 days to have surgery, but I am glad to report I am healing with minimal pain. However, two days ago we had to move out of our condo due to a condo development sewer issue – no water or toilets to use.

It appears that this should be rectified by late today.

Do not ask what else can go wrong because my oldest brother lives in Southern California, just north of San Diego and although he is not in the evacuation zone at the moment he is in the alert zone. We have family and friends who have been evacuated and some who have lost everything, so I look at the last month and appreciate the ups rather than the downs.

The ups:

Spending time with my son while he was in town.
Learning to slow down and ask for help.
Learning how to be a leftie – it’s not easy.
Teaching my husband how to do all the things I have done our married life of 40 years and not expecting him to do.
Learning how to tolerate pain and not succumb to the drugs offered.
Appreciating the clouds as well as the sunshine.
And today being able to type once again!

A special thank you to my friends, family, clients and FB friends for the reaching out and being a lifeline…

Please know I am doing my best to be there for all of you too.

#YESICAN coaching with Karen
kh.yesican1@gmail.com
https://newclevelandradio.net/yesican-a-personal-coaching-journey/

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9 January 2025

This is my first blog of 2025 quite unusual for me as you most likely will note. Typically, I write A blog daily and I keep new Cleveland radio and yes I can coaching up to date. However, a funny thing happened to me on Christmas Eve. Just as I was finishing baking and preparing for dinner I had a fall in my own home. There’s no need to go into the explanation of how it happened or why it happened because it was an accident. However, this accident took me to the emergency room on Christmas Eve only to find out that I broke my humerus it surely wasn’t funny and my shoulder on my right side nonetheless and I’m righty.

Needless to say, Christmas and New Years and all the days in between are a complete blur as I was dealing with pain and doctor visits to determine the best course of treatment. A week ago, today I had surgery on my right arm, and I will admit each day I feel a little bit better but when you are 74 years old sustained an injury have surgery the medication and the anesthesia and just the agony of pain can really take a toll.

I am not complaining accidents happen and what happened to me I now realize that sometimes I have to be a little more careful and slower and not be in such a rush to get things done although I don’t think I was in a rush when this accident happened but if you ask my husband I’m always in a rush love my husband to death we don’t always see things the same way.

What this accident has shown me is that life really is messy and all we have to do is look outside of our lives and see what is happening around us. Who would have thought that California would basically burn to the ground? The most beautiful part of Hollywood is now in ruins so many people have not only lost their homes but their mementos that have meant so much to them in their lifetime family pictures family heirlooms written notes cards all the things that so many of us save. Yes, so many are grateful that they have escaped the horrendous fires and that they are in a safe place, however, as the sun continues to come up day after day and they have to rebuild it’s not just about the money it’s about rebuilding so much that has been lost. I feel very lucky today I had a surgeon who after looking at my X-rays and CT scan knew what he could do to not just fix my shoulder and arm but to get my shoulder and arm to rebuild itself that is like having those mementos however, he could have chosen what some would have called an easier path and that is to replace my bone and my shoulder with an artificial bone and shoulder and yes I would be recovering and I would be OK but I probably would not be as strong in the future if I did not have me original pieces and parts.

Sadly, I know too many people who are suffering right now so let me go back and share with you why I do what I do and why I am so open. A number of years ago after losing my corporate America job which paid me very well and helped sustain my family I found myself and the state of depression and confusion and wondering why me. This was not the first time in my life when I though, oh woe is me, but it was the beginning of a change in me that said I’m not going to complain I’m going to keep taking the steps forward in doing what I can do best to be my best. You see as a parent of a child who was born on the spectrum I was always the cheerleader always finding what was the best path for him encouraging him supporting him and sometimes being like a stage mom pushing him forward over and over and over again. But I realized if I could do it for him, why wasn’t it time for me to do it for myself. Interestingly I found a great job that I could do from home I started writing blogs for the senior community and I found myself learning so much about the community that I was growing into and I realized that even as we get older it doesn’t mean we have to stop living in fact what it means is we must enjoy ourselves we must learn how to live each day to its fullest.

Sometimes it’s difficult to take a step forward we think there are so many terrible things happening around us in fact the truth is there are so many great things that are happening around us. Today I feel grateful that I found my surgeon who knew how to fix my injury and that I am on the mend. Today I am grateful that so many of my friends and family on the West Coast are safe. Today I am grateful that as I recover I will be able to continue doing what I do best, which is podcasting and coaching so here it comes be ready for the next comment.

I believe that we all need a helping hand in fact I need one right now and what I’m going to do is make an offer that continues on with #yesi can coaching, we all need a support system and I have to tell you I learned in the last couple weeks who my supporters are where there was phone calls emails text messages or even a gift here and there some people who I didn’t even expect to hear from reached out to me so I know I’m on the right path when I’m doing the following.

Yes I can coaching typically charges 50 to $75.00 an hour and although I would like to continue to charge that I realize I can heal myself and help others if I keep my special end of year pricing so here it is everybody for $25 a session all sessions are on zoom I am here to help coach you through whatever you need. If I am not the right coach I will help you find someone because none of us should be walking through life alone.

Yes I can coaching with Karen I believe in you and I believe in myself right now I could be feeling very sorry for myself and saying “oh woe is me” because you know what, for at least the next six weeks I can’t drive a car and you know what that means even in the coldest deadest time of winter I’m going to be stuck in my house but that’s OK I am going to make the most of it and if I can make the most of it so can you so please reach out to me at kh.yesican1@gmail.com or newclevelandradio@gmail.com I look forward to you helping me as I help you in 2025.

#YESICAN coaching with Karen
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https://newclevelandradio.net/yesican-a-personal-coaching-journey/

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Strategies for Growing newclevelandradio.net

Developing Unique and Engaging Programming

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Conclusion

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HOW TO PIVOT

1.To pivot you must turn and shift your weight and thoughts.

2.Change your focus, adapt to your surroundings or move to a new spot.

3.Change direction by choice or by need.

4.Reorganize your thoughts to find the path you need to follow.

5.Make a life choice change.

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