We promised water, education, and hope. These weren’t promises we were capable of keeping. And I’m complicit.

Photo courtesy of Warrick Gilbert.

When I first left Afghanistan, it was the Mayo that did me in.

Man chasing a colorful bus in Afgh
Photo courtesy of Peter Bussian

I think I’m a normal person, and that it’s normal to become addicted to an addictive substance.

Me and my daughter. Image by Scott Schell

It took losing someone I love for me to finally see alcohol for what it is.

Me and my grandmother

I coach trouble makers (and it takes one to know one).

On a family road trip, and a quick stop in the Bonneville Salt Flats. Photo credit: Scott Schell

And what it leaves in the memories of our descendants.

Me and my sun standing at waters edge at sunset
Me and my son. Image by Scott Schell

And I’m done pretending that’s not tragic.

My three year old self. Used with permission from my old photo album.

And that’s not nearly as simple as it sounds

Me at age four or five.

Becoming a mom helped me get out of my own way.

My daughter. Photo by Scott Schell.

My family, emerging from the pandemic on the first day of blueberry picking season after five days of preschool and sixteen months without childcare.

A Challenge: From Tre L. Loadholt

Meghann McNiff

I’m an Integral Coach and Co-Founder of the Seattle Coaching Collective. www.seattlecoachingcollective.com

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