Gina DeLapa

Ever have an old co-worker whose memory makes you smile, years or decades later? If it's been awhile, I invite you to reach out and tell them, while you still can. Last month my old friend and former co-worker John passed away at age 57, and instead of

If one more podcaster tells me to take cold showers, stop eating three hours before bed, or blow myself a kiss in the mirror, I'm going to DoorDash them a late-night pizza and maybe a crucifix. (Kidding. I would never weaponize my faith.) But the guru fatigue is

Even if you're retired, your time is valuable and surprisingly scarce. I wrote down these hacks to help you take back more control of your time and your life. 1. Come up with a 7-day framework. It helps to have this in writing, even if it's

Somewhere in the last year or two, my friend Roxanne and I started using the phrase “the saddies” as a playful way to talk about the times we just feel sad or blue. As in the following recent exchange: Me: "I had the saddies last night, after talking to

Nothing clears the mind like a good old-fashioned change of scenery. On a recent overnight getaway, I wrote on the hotel notepad, "There's no substitute for showing up for yourself." So what does that look like? Maybe setting an alarm to go to bed. Putting your

Your year no doubt had some setbacks and successes. And while I started out to encourage you to count the wins, the truth is both matter. Both have the power to shape you – and shape your year ahead. If the spirit moves you, set aside some time today or tomorrow

Gratitude. Gratitude can help you unhook from other people's jerkiness. (Yes, including that of the person you're thinking of right now.) Staying grateful takes discipline, and none of us are perfect at it. But when you shift your energy to what's working – the people

Please don't try this at home. Recently I signed up for an eight-week poetry class that went from mid-November through Christmas Eve. Three days later, it hit me: Poetry is not my forte. Half the time, I don't even understand it. Not to mention, poetry is

We were always the family helping others. And I don’t think I grasped what a privileged position that was until our own family suddenly needed help and prayers so desperately. I wrote those words several years ago, soon after my oldest brother's cancer diagnosis. I never did

This morning while taking a walk, it occurred to me how much of life can be boiled down to one or both of those two categories: more alive or less. Certain decisions, actions and interactions make us feel more alive – others make us feel less. Accepting this can be a