The Delicious Aroma of Hope
When I sat down to write my end of year blog post, words didn't come, in large part because this year has been so traumatizing. So I quieted my mind…
What A Ride
Wow, 2024. That was quite a ride. I’m used to ups and downs. Okay, let’s be honest. In recent years I’ve experienced lots of downs, and this year was no…
So Much Learning Still To Do
I haven’t written a reflective end of year post in ages, probably since the before times. With all the chaos and violence and uncertainty swirling across the globe, it seems…
Creating Hope One Girl at a Time
When she walked into the room, my first thought was, ‘How can all that fierce determination fit inside such a tiny young woman?’ She began to speak—slowly, deliberately, with patience,…
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…
The Center Will Not Hold
Over the years, as a teacher of women writers, and as a woman writer myself, I have taught and written about countless women, their lives, and their works. I don’t…
Storytelling: Healing Ourselves and Helping Others
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…
Where Do I Go From Here?
First came the shock. The stunned silence. The disbelief. Then came more anger and rage than I felt I was capable of holding within the confines of…
Y is for Yoshiko Uchida
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…
N is for Nadia Murad Basee Taha
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…