Anne Roche

I was talking with a friend who was using a lot of words like “need” and “should” to describe how he felt about an upcoming trip. Distracted by loss, he was in full judgment towards himself and his mindset around time off. I asked if I could make a suggestion.

A friend and I were talking about books we were hoping to write. “I’ve actually written a book,” she confessed. “I just don’t know what to do with it.” “What’s the challenge for you?” I asked, fully expecting her to launch into frustrations around publishing. “I’m

I took an overnight flight from San Francisco to Massachusetts a few weeks ago. Optimistically, I expected to fall fast asleep for the entire flight. I failed miserably. Tired, frustrated, and stressed at how the following day was going to play out, I gave up. I removed my sleep mask