Maria Wessman-Conroy Profile: Give Generously. Clear Your Brain Space. Have The Hard, Loving Conversations.

Meet Maria Wessman-Conroy, 31. Maria has a compassionate, accepting heart and a genuine desire to give. I am blessed to have her in my life as my sister-in-law, the wife of my youngest brother, Tyler. Maria’s the mother of Cecelia, who we call Cece, an almost two-year-old, and a kitty named Chance. In this Real Women Real Strength profile, Maria talks to us about the great need to give to others, but how it’s just …

Choosing Integrity (Even When It’s The Difficult Path)

Integrity. This is my new word. It’s the latest commitment I’ve made to myself about who I am and how I want to be in all of the areas of my life. I even wrote about it on the floor of Debi Grilo’s popup yoga studio as we were breaking in the new Practice Yoga Naples space: “I practice… integrity, play, gratitude.” What does integrity mean to me? It means being and acting in alignment …

Stop Just Praying. Start Talking. Start Being In Action.

I’m inspired by the photo my brother sent me of the letters he wrote to his representatives today for prudent gun control. What actions have you taken? After last year’s election, there were a lot of issues that deeply concerned me. I spent time each day calling and emailing my representatives about numerous matters, but it wasn’t sustainable. I couldn’t tackle everything and I quickly fizzled out. However, this is not an excuse to do …

Be Real And Vulnerable For True Connection (And A Longer Life!)

Many studies have shown that one of the top three common traits of people who live the longest is they have meaningful relationships throughout the course of their life. Human connection is critical to our well-being and long-term health. In order for true connection to happen with people, we have to be real, and often this means being vulnerable. Being vulnerable means talking beyond surface-level talk about the weather and our children and how work …

Spread The Love – LIVE!

When I was in high school my dear friend Kelly called me “Dr. Love.” We’d drive around the gravel back roads of farm country Minnesota every Sunday afternoon and talk about life, but mostly, love. I’d share my thoughts on her relationships (which I think is hilarious now since I was almost exclusively single most of my high school years). But she appreciated it, and we had fun and our friendship grew close that way. …