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“How’s everything?”

What kind of question is that?

Well, it’s the kind of question I bet you get asked very often. It certainly is for me.

The quandary is how to answer it.


It’s been a few months since I attended the National Association of Women Business Owners (NAWBO) conference in Spokane, Washington, and there’s one thing that continues to stick in my mind.

Two of the guest speakers at this inspiring event each focused on one topic near and dear to my heart.


They talked about how to achieve it, how to live it and how to keep it.

Embrace the Pause; Capture the Silence

It’s not what you say; it’s what you don’t say that counts.

As a speech-coach for a wide variety of C-level executives, I am quick to teach them just that among my 10 Tips of Effective Speaking.

I’ve found that most speakers…well, most people—whether in meetings or on the big stage—are less than comfortable with dead space. Sublime silence.

Here’s to Hummingbirds, Hearts and Parking Spaces
…Thanks Mom!

Every Sign Has a Feeling

When my mom, Hella Drizen, died 21 years ago this July, I started seeing things.

Empty parking spaces for one. And not just any space—the space. The one at the front right next to the place I was going. The lot could be packed without a space for miles; and there, as I drove to the front, would be the empty space—my space that somehow magically appeared. My sons and I became so used to automatically driving to the front of well, any place we went, we named this uncanny phenomenon after her. We call the coveted empty space a “Hella spot.”

Then there’s the hummingbirds. They were prominent on the teapot I bought her when I was a teenager. She loved that teapot; so much so that after she died I am convinced she brought it to life. I’d be sitting at my kitchen table and out the window a hummingbird would appear…much too often to consider it random. Then it would hover; like it was letting me know she was with me. On vacations, on walks, on my way into restaurants and sitting in my parked car—at the most unlikely times and in all seasons—these little hummingbirds come to visit. And every time, I smile and tell Hella hello.