Power. It’s such an interesting concept for women. Men keep their power. It grows with them. Women tend to lose it along the way. And then spend their lives trying to regain it.
I know the exact moment I gave all of my power away.
I’m White. In the wake of George Floyd’s murder, I know whatever I say will not be enough or right or politically correct. If I say nothing, I’m complicit. If I say something, it may be perceived as too White bread or too nice or I’m speaking for POC, Person of Color, in a way I should not.
It Takes A Village… of Women It Takes a Village This is for all the mothers out there. I grew up in a neighborhood of mothers. Whether they were or not in the traditional sense, I don’t really know. I do know my friends and I were under their watchful eyes....
Here I Go, Crying Again If you ask me, I will tell you I am doing fine. For the most part, I’m productive, and my schedule hasn’t changed too, too much. I get outside as often as I can enjoying the smells of spring in full bloom. Mmm, wild honeysuckle on the vine....
Giving Myself Grace I’m in the in-between. I know. It sounds like an episode of Stranger Things and the Upside Down. It’s a phrase I often use with my psychotherapy and coaching clients. You’re in the in-between, I say, between something ending, the sadness and grief...
It’s All In My Head Psychological Time I have a love/hate relationship with my electric toothbrush, shamed into getting one by my plaque-vigilant dental hygienist. There I am tilted so far back in the exam chair it feels like my bladder is in my stomach and...
