Of all the words there could ever be titles and fashions of the lady I love, Mother shines way above the beauty of all tragedy. Of all the...
So whether we are entrepreneurs, employees, stay-at-home mothers, students, relatives, friends, or business associates, as women, our genuine affinity to one another need not be the exception. It should serve as the inspiration everyone else uses to reset their beautiful circles.
After they left, I was exhausted, but stayed awake all night tossing and turning. I toyed with starting another support group for women with insomnia. But when would we meet?
There is something so special and irreplaceable about the friends that you make in those truly transforming college years. I wouldn't want to repeat them but man, those years were something else. Here are five reasons why girlfriends from your college years are special...
The amazing thing about love and attention and encouragement and grace and success and joy is that these things are infinite. We get a new supply every single morning and so we can give it away all day.
The four of us did what we do best: We laughed. I'm not sure if we are actually as clever as we believe ourselves to be. But it doesn't really matter. We laughed through our days until we exhausted ourselves.
Instead of getting just the tidbits and condensed versions of people's lives, last night we heard full stories. These stories included the background, the current situation and the plans for the future.
My friends? My true friends? I miss them. I think that these superficial conversations and check-ins which give me that false feeling of having connected with people are the reason I feel lonely and dissatisfied as I sit here at my desk.
Young women need to be shown how to love themselves for who they are, in each and every moment. Each one of us was put on this earth for a reason. Simply by being here we are enough. Each one of us represents a drop of the divine and infinite potential.
Often, we're most critical with the ones with love most. We're extra sensitive to certain characteristics, express annoyance toward particular hab...
I think our juicy stories about others are one of the small luxuries in life that cross geographical, cultural and socio-economic boundaries. Everyone can do it, and almost everyone does. It connects us just as much as it can fragment but provides that little common link with others that we all crave.
I have watched it from the beginning and before each and every episode, I would think, "Okay, I'm going to like this show!" But the episode would end and I just wasn't feeling it. As the next season premiere approaches, I will be making the choice not to watch it. Why, you ask? Here's the rundown.
I cannot begin to explain how much you mean to me. But clearly I'm going to try. I have known some of you for nearly a decade and others for less than a year.
My birthday was coming up. Nifty fifty. The oldest I've ever been. The beginning, perhaps, of the end. Or the end of the beginning. Whatever your view, turning 50 is a milestone, and you ignore its implications at your peril.
The cake looked easy. There was no melting of butter or chocolate, no separating egg yolks from whites. There was no butter involved at all, just a cup of 'salad oil.' And look at those nice teaspoons of cinnamon and nutmeg and all that brown sugar!
It's easy to cut each other down, to make comparisons, and to criticize. It's what we've been taught to do. But think for a minute about what our lives would look and feel like if instead, we were supportive of other women, if we celebrated instead of lamented.