Month: March 2017

Being Me. 

There was this weird moment when I figured out that all the boxes I had tried so hard to fit into with absolute perfection…the girl box, the wife box, the leader box, the mom box…were all just imaginary.  And that being myself in each…

An American Dream Do Over

I’m not often pissed. But I am today. I’ve felt it bubbling up for a while now. So I’m warning you…I’m ranting. (And for those of you attending Red Boot I am definitely not using our Red Boot sharing “rules.” I acknowledge that and…