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From Brain Fog to 800 Digits of Pi
Why I Started Training My Memory (and What Changed) A few years ago, I started noticing small things. I would forget to switch the laundry.I once left a bag of groceries in the car overnight. Nothing dramatic — just enough…
How Memory Training Helped Me Deliver Speeches Without Notes
And Why You Can Improve Your Memory After 40 Recently I advanced to the next level in a Toastmasters speech competition. What made that moment special wasn’t just the competition itself — it was the fact that I delivered my…
Pressure, Motherhood, and the Leadership Muscle We Forget We Have
A few years ago, I was asked to organize a project for a trade show. There was just one small detail. We had four weeks to prepare. Four weeks to design the booth, create all the marketing materials, build a…
Why Art Helped Me Write When Words Failed
A crazy idea occurred to me a few weeks ago. On a Sunday morning, I was working the third book of my trilogy (following Choice and Lost Illusion), and the story just wasn’t going anywhere. One morning, I wrote 2…
From Mom Brain to Memory Athlete: How Memory Training Changed My Life
People think I’m a little crazy for doing this — but on July 12th, I’ll be competing in the USA Memory Championship, where I’ll memorize a shuffled deck of cards, long strings of numbers, and lists of names, words, and…
I Thought I Couldn’t Speak Without Notes… Until I Did
I Thought I Couldn’t Speak Without Notes… Until I Did If you had asked me a year ago whether I could give a talk without notes, I would have laughed—nervously. Public speaking has never been something I took lightly. I…
Revealing the Cover of Lost Illusion: Why We’re Stronger (and Wiser) Together
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned—both through motherhood and writing—is this: You don’t have to figure everything out alone. In fact, you shouldn’t.
Your Intuition is Real and Always Guiding You Toward What You Want
In January of 2007, a clerk at Logan Airport in Boston almost didn’t let my mom return to Hungary because of her name.