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We are not alone. Sometimes we wonder if we’re worthy of them all, the one’s along for the ride. Is it fair to share our seat on ..

With the twist of his wrist and the stroke of a pen I walked away from the table a different woman than I was only seconds before. All the momen..

This morning’s alarm clock was just another reminder that life goes on, day after day, and I can only play my part. There was no audition f..

I feel the power coming back to me with every word that my fingertips spill onto the screen. The storm that brewed inside my soul is finally sub..

This isn’t a sad, dark tale. But it isn’t going to be covered in pink clouds and lollipops, either. Sometimes things just aren’..

I'm not the only one who gets these feelings, the ones that tell you its time to go. And I'm not even sure of where I want to go. I just know that..

It’s one of those days when I wake up and know that the world is in the small of my hand. The strength in my mind is only withstood by the..

I don’t know what it is I am actually supposed to be doing here. Wait, let me rephrase. I have a vision, an idea, and a clear cut plan abo..

I was having a conversation with a couple of friends as to the reasoning behind people who just don’t take care of themselves. For this pa..

I don’t think I’ve ever felt a compassion for a friend the way I feel it today. My women, strong and wise, rarely have the moment of..