Every year I buy four hanging ferns for my front porch and every year I kill them before the summer ends. I just don’t have the patience it takes to help them grow in a less-than-ideal environment. This year was no different… I bought them way too early and a late-April snow storm had them shriveled to near death within days of them coming to live at Chez Adams.

Ever have one of those friends that just knows everything? Not one of those know-it-alls that claims to know everything, but a girlfriend that is so well-read that she has a little something about just about anything tucked in that big, beautiful mind of hers? A girlfriend that is, say, a co-host of your podcast and, when interviewing a guest who was a one-time President of the Michigourders, starts asking her questions about Incan gourds because, OF COURSE, she knows about Incan gourds?

A few times a week I’ll pose a different question in the SheHive Facebook group to get the conversation going. The questions are always crafted with the intention of being a bit disruptive… to shake women out of their everyday thoughts - even if just for a moment - so that they can take a breather and ponder something that, I hope, is important to them.
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A while ago I asked the question, “What topic could you talk about passionately for 17 1/2 minutes with preparing?” The responses starting pouring in - Chinese medicine, African American history, finding your inner Magic, why we need more women in the film industry, board game design... It went on and on and on.

New Year, New You?! How about New Year, Same, Beautiful, Goal-Driven You? In Season 3, Episode 2 of Life on the Other Side of Should, Dr. Corrine Rogers joins us to talk about the fallacy of New Year's resolutions and why setting goals is a healthier approach to self-improvement.

​I’m a bit of a Scrooge when it comes to Christmas. I dislike the never-ending stream of “have to do’s” – the shopping, the decorating, the way too jampacked social calendar, the gift wrapping, the perpetual feast of baked goods that leave me feeling like a bloated toad by the end of the year, and the pressure to create Instagram-worthy moments of a perfectly coiffed family, smiling in front of a pristinely-decorated Christmas tree, in matching pajamas, while lovingly holding up a gaggle of ever-so-thoughtful DIY gifts crafted from the most perfectly-muted pastel macramé.