I’m not sure what I expected to feel, but this isn’t it. At first I thought I would be elated. Then I thought I would be sad. Perhaps I would even need to grieve. Yet so far I haven’t experienced any of those feelings. Instead I just feel ready to move on.
Last night, while at a Super Bowl party, I found myself in the uncomfortable situation of being the perceived feminist authority in the room during the halftime show. Yet I…
Earlier this month, I had to fly coast to coast for a brief appointment. I actually spent more time traveling than I did in Los Angeles. However, my timing…
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…
I have been inspired by my many friends who are participating in the 7th Annual A to Z Challenge, where they commit to writing a blog post every day…
Note: This piece was shared with me by a young woman I am lucky enough to call my friend, and who has asked to remain anonymous. When I read I…