InterHuman Solutions

“Will you sit down already?” It wasn’t the first time someone said that to me. I’m a stander. When I’m not facilitating, you’ll generally find me standing at the back of the room. Sometimes people joke that I’m holding up

“You are too direct.” “You seem angry.” “You’re not very approachable.” “You are too emotional.” Clients and peers tell me that they frequently hear these comments from their colleagues and managers. There’s a theme: the people who have told me

I arrived in DC one day after a severe storm. The largest tree in Dupont Circle Park had snapped, leaving only the trunk intact. A few people gathered around the tree. Some asked questions: “What caused the damage?” “What will

“She’s in charge on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. He’s in charge on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. And you both rest on Sunday.” That was the unsolicited advice my spouse and I received exactly 31 years ago as we embarked on

I deliberately chose what I thought was the perfect baby gift. I love gifting books, and I was especially excited to find “Ten Little Fingers and Ten Little Toes.” The book portrays babies from different cultures who all share one

I just received my first report card in over 30 years. It was an evaluation of a conference workshop I facilitated with 300 attendees. I noted the scores at the top. 99.6% of attendees said they would recommend me as

We were supposed to be on the same team. Yet she didn’t send me important materials or invite me to a critical brainstorming session. I wondered: What was going on? When I requested information and didn’t receive it, and when

In the middle of a team meeting, an executive leader raised his voice and said, “Why were you put in charge of that project? We clearly needed someone with real experience managing the process!” The room stilled. People looked down,

Just one strap poked into the aisle. Yet the airline attendant glared at me, raised her voice, and told me to push my bag ENTIRELY under the seat in front of me. I guiltily pushed the strap under my bag.

Remember the last time you made a mistake? How did you feel in the moment? Perhaps you were embarrassed that others might notice. Or disappointed in yourself. Or fearful of the potential consequences. What did you do when you found

This is about that hard conversation you’ve been avoiding. I know; it’s hard. It’s uncomfortable. And it’s definitely not fun. I’ve talked with three people just this week who are each avoiding a hard conversation. They know that pretending it

Recently, I was asked to facilitate a hard conversation between teams in an organization. One team came in ready to listen, understand what had happened, and figure out how they could move forward. The other came in prepared to defend

This past weekend, I tried to buy a sofa. As soon as I walked into the store, an associate approached me and asked what I was looking for. I described what I needed. She seemed eager to assist but kept

In desperate need of rehoming. A scruffy, soulful-eyed dog stared up from the photo. I couldn’t scroll past. So I read the post. The author described a host of hard life circumstances—intense family needs, recent financial hardship, and a health

The conversation ended before it even began. I’d shared an idea with a colleague, who responded by immediately dismissing it—without asking a single clarifying question, without curiosity, and without acknowledging the thought and effort that went into the idea. My

He wanted to get married. She didn’t believe in marriage. So they abruptly broke up. As I watched the drama unfold on the screen, I sighed. Their argument wasn’t necessarily unsolvable—and it likely wasn’t even about marriage. It was about

It’s been a brutal season. This spring alone: the death of a family member, several deaths of friends and colleagues, two emergency hospitalizations of family members, and a trip to the ER for my own injury. In the midst of

“I can’t believe you are doing that to me.” That was the VP’s first response when a 25-year employee approached him with a difficult, carefully considered request. She had been working long hours and was hoping to find more balance.

I remember the day each of my children left home for college. The day they accepted their first full-time jobs. The day they moved into their own places. Those milestones brought up a mix of emotions: pride, excitement, and yes,

Last week, a loved one in another city was rushed to a hospital, one where we had no sense of the culture or care she would receive. And because she was transported by ambulance in the middle of the night,