The Darkest Day
My fondest memories of the winter solstice were when my kids were young, and the cartoon Little Bear was popular. There was a winter solstice episode, and it was filled…
My fondest memories of the winter solstice were when my kids were young, and the cartoon Little Bear was popular. There was a winter solstice episode, and it was filled…
One of the messages I have consistently shared since putting my own story out into the world four years ago is that by sharing our truths, we can heal…
I recently shared with a friend that I felt irrelevant. What led to that conclusion was a year of tremendous upheaval. I left my university teaching job, sold my…
Each week for 26 weeks, I am publishing a post about women who are not widely known but should be—women who can inspire us, teach us, and encourage us to get…
As I was drinking my morning coffee while surfing the latest headlines, I paused mid-sip when I saw “Life Expectancy Drops for White Women” in health news from NPR. This…
I was Skyping with a friend I hadn’t spoken to in quite some time the other day. When she asked me how I was doing, I struggled to find the…
Last night I decided to watch a quirky, low budget short film, The Wednesday Morning Breakfast Club. Written by Amanda Barber, and produced and directed by Chris Barber,…
Most of us have learned not to choose a book based upon its cover. I have certainly learned the hard way not to choose a wine by its label. So…
My daughter recently published a blog post about the meaning of home. In it, she contemplates all of the various places she has called home, and what home means to…
In my work with girls and women, I understand the power that sharing our stories can have, especially when women find the courage to tell their truths and share their…