On Saturday morning, just before leaving for the "I Can Do It" conference here in Toronto this weekend, I was inspired to use my own advice. I was rushing around the house trying to pack and organize so I'd be ready to meet the car taking me to the airport.
My friend Debbie Ford passed away last week after a long battle with cancer. I still can’t fathom the idea that I’ll never hear her voice, enjoy lounging on a hotel bed like schoolgirls conspiring to balance work and play, or watch her deliver a wise and wild talk on stage. The world won’t be the same without her sweet presence.