How decades of body shaming have shaped my adult life — I was 7 the first time I became aware that my body was not good enough. Standing in the middle of the Sears department store, my grandmother shook her head and sighed as she explained that because I had inherited the family’s big “fanny,” I could no longer shop for…

Finding trust in ourselves — Monday morning I found my husband standing at our back door, silently gazing up at my favorite little tree. “There’s a mama bird” he whispered as he heard me approaching. And he was right. I peered out the door with him and there she was — all snuggled into the…

How to stop waiting Guess what, friend? Sometimes we wait too long for someone to give us permission when we need something. Even though we feel it in our guts: The need to change our minds. The need to take a break. The need to change direction. The need to ask a question. The…

Reflecting on life during lockdown Recently I’ve been watching season 2 of The Morning Show and so far the entire season is set in the months leading up to the Covid-19 lockdown. Each night when I sit down to watch another episode, I feel myself remembering what it was like…

How to navigate the hard times Do you ever have one of “those” days? I had one yesterday. Within seconds of my alarm going off, I found no less than 3 text messages that would change the course of my day. People needed my help. People needed my flexibility. People needed my…

What do you see in the hard moments of life? What do you see when you look at the picture above? Some might see resilient flowers standing firm in their desire to grow and bring on Spring. Others might see icy, cold snow threatening to stop the new flowers before they…

It’s time to stop blaming the victims. — “𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔.” “𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔.” “𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝.” “𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡.” These are just a few of the comments I’ve heard from people today as they…

How we have managed to stay married for over 20 years. — 21 years ago this month my husband and I got married. We were just 22 years old. Babies. Mere wisps of the adult versions of ourselves we would each eventually become. And it was hard. Like, move across the country, build a house, start a career, and then leave it all…

Because we need to be honest about just how many women are suffering. — There’s something a lot of women are feeling but don’t feel safe saying right now. So I’m going to say it. The early years of motherhood are not always pretty. They aren’t always joyful. They aren’t always easy. They aren’t always safe. But we don’t talk about it enough. Because…