While my husband and kids have enhanced my life immensely, I have discovered something in my older, wiser years.
After the loss of my husband and a failed relationship, I was deeply unhappy. But before I could move forward, I had to find myself.
I don’t wait for my husband to fix things. I want to do my part. I want to learn. And I’m fully capable of doing it myself.
I hear women say, “I’m too old to wear this.” The last time I checked, women didn’t come with an expiration date.
I think I’ve hit the sweet spot of body image. Like its counterparts, the sweet spot of parenting and marriage, it’s happened gradually over the last few years and has come as a much-needed and very welcome surprise. As someone who wasted way too many years critically looking at herself in the mirror and sulking in disappointment, […]
I turned 41 this year. The best gift I received was delivered by my little sister. She told me, “I swear, you are more of all the things you’ve ever been — more loud, more confident, more fun, more passionate — and it’s really beautiful.” Those few sentences, that gift, put things into perspective for me. […]