Sometimes it’s not the big things in golf that cause you to advance your game, but the little things done consistently over time.
The other day I was giving a golf clinic to a group of women who wanted to learn how to read greens and develop feel in their game. Considering that feel for the greens is the number one factor in scoring well, it is a much over-looked component to lowering your scores without making a major investment in lessons or equipment. It only takes a little more time to practice strategically before you go out to play.
“The only way to learn feel is to spend time on the greens, especially before you go out to play to give your body a chance to align properly to a target based on the speed of the greens.” I noticed that most high handicappers will hit a putt from one place and then immediately go to another spot to putt without actually taking the time to learn how a specific putt breaks to the hole. Continue reading
Please join me Sunday, September 21 from 3 to 5 pm
at Longleaf Country Club in Pinehurst
A VERY SPECIAL GOLF CLINIC:
WOMEN EMOWERING WOMEN
The 4 Movements to the Golf Swing
The 4 Movements to Becoming a Big Bloomer!
How often have you and I heard the phrase, “Golf is a man’s game?” As many times as I have looked down the driving range and realized I was the only woman working on my swing in the company of 25 or so men, I just happened to know better: Golf is a woman’s game—and a passion of mine is to do golf a girl’s way!
That’s why I have decided to use the game to empower women to create a more beautiful life. While I have used the language with many of you of becoming a champion, in my life-coaching to women, I like to use the term “blossoming.” Both terms are about releasing your potential to become the best version of yourself.
Mom became the best version of herself when she took up the game at 85 and broke free from a 6 month death sentence due to a terminal heart condition and a death wish to literally blossom while she was dying. She lived almost 7 more years
and finished strong–Together we re-created her legacy.
I love trophies. As symbols of accomplishment, I have enjoyed collecting, preserving, and letting go of my golf trophies over the years. It has been interesting for me to see how people value, display, and even define the meaning behind their trophies.
The other day I was watching a television show that highlighted Arnold Palmer. They showed his office with every trophy and award he has ever won filling his walls like well-worn wallpaper. He had a case off all his golf balls of the championships he won. Each time he would win a major, he would create another empty space in anticipation for his next championship ball to find a home. What a great mindset. Continue reading
With the thrill of the Opens now almost at a bygone simmer, I wonder what will forever remain etched in my memory upon reflection of the event as time moves on. You see, winners come and go. I found it amazing that Kaymer who won by an amazing ten shots failed to make the cut in his next tournament. Wie bowed to Lewis who seized backed her champion position in her next event. Isn’t it the nature of the game that what brings a thrill in one moment vanishes into the parched brown fairway to wither away in sports history oblivion in the next.
Every now and then, however, I meet a true champion, someone whose impact upon my life never fades away, even years after meeting that person. A true champion is someone who impresses you more about who they are than about what they score. I met such a person in ten year old Alyssa Getty. Continue reading
I have taught golf for a long time and have heard just about every reason why someone wants to play golf and doesn’t want to play golf. Recently, however, a lady golfer came to me sharing a deep lament regarding her inner golf conflict that took the cake. Frustrated at her debilitating scores and heightening frustration, she had plaguing thoughts of quitting the game. She confessed to me, “I can’t quit golf. I have too many golf outfits!” Continue reading
The U.S. Kids World Championship has always been one of my favorite events of the year here in Pinehurst. There’s nothing like watching a seven year old swing with the ease and power of an up and coming Tiger Woods and wishing I could replicate that child’s near perfect swing! My involvement this year, however, was different. Continue reading
Golf is a funny game. Unlike other sports, we golfers are haunted on a regular basis with the “quitting demons.” Why is it that in just about every round of golf or in just about every championship quest a golfer pursues, there is the temptation to quit the game? The thought has never occurred to me in playing volleyball or tennis or in any other sport.
I think it is in the nature of the beast. Without question, golf is the hardest sport I have ever played. When I took up tennis, I could take long layoffs and pick the game back up right where I left off. The same is true for racquetball. But golf? Take some time off and off kiss your game good-bye if you want to play with any consistency.
Today was a real game changer for me because just when I decided to set the game aside for a season, some unsuspecting force came along to open up my mind, release my inner athlete, and get me excited about a whole new pursuit. Oh, gimme a break! Just when I was relishing in the thought of giving myself permission to walk away from the torture and frustration of pressing through to the next level, Frank Lewis had to enter into my life—and give me fresh hope—just went I didn’t want any! Continue reading
The U.S. Women’s Open went off without a hitch. The sun and crowds came out. Our anticipated favorite, Michele Wie, won to our delight. I wish I could say the same for my own world as I was hit with an unexpected blow right in the middle of the tournament.
Wednesday afternoon I picked up my dog from my neighbor’s house and noticed he was acting kind of strange. Not wanting to miss my favorite beach music band, The Band of Oz, I quickly fed him and sped off to Southern Pines. Since dance and worry don’t make a good mix, I stayed for just about an hour then came home. Later, I went to give him his last potty break for the evening. As I reached for his collar, without any advanced notice, he turned around and feverously bit me.
Three trips to the vet and a day and a half later, on Friday at 3 pm, I had to put down my beloved American Eskimo Spitz, Teddy-boy. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. He fought a valiant fight against that dreaded disease of diabetes. At fourteen years old, a bacterial infection complicated his already weakened state and when he quit eating, he quickly debilitated beyond hope for recovery.
Death, loss, grief and two more days at the U.S. Open. You wouldn’t think those unlikely dynamics would make good playing partners, but somewhere in the heart of Providence, they did. As a performance coach, I am always thinking about how to accelerate progress in people’s lives. I knew going to the Opens for two more days would tremendously help to keep my mental focus outward. Continue reading
It’s Father’s Day! Impressed upon all our minds and hearts is the now iconic image of Payne Stewart hugging the neck of Phil Michelson upon his 1999 Open win and exclaiming “You’re going to be a father!” Golf and fatherhood. Those two words best describe some of the fondest memories many of us claim to have with our dad. I know they do mine.
My first memory of life was watching our little black and white television with my dad on a Saturday afternoon when I was three years old. I will never forget the image of Arnold Palmer walking up the 18th green, sinking one of his famous putts, and thrusting his arm up in the air in a show of ultimate victory. Dad and I were there in 1973 at Oakmont walking the fairways watching Johnny Miller shoot 63 to make his historic win. I remember my first golf lesson with Alfie Jackson, at Churchill Country Club. Dad was so proud to be there, watching me learn the game for the first time at 14, after 9 years of putting.
The most vivid memory I have of Dad is the first time we played golf together. It was a cold December Saturday in 1973. The snow just began to melt in Pittsburgh and unlike most girls my age who would be running to get their sled, I ran to my dad shouting, “Daddy, Daddy, the snow’s melting. Let’s go play golf!” My dad looked at me like I was nuts, but saw the passion in my eyes and my deep desire to be with him on the course. Continue reading