Just about a year ago, I visited OWN studios in Los Angeles for a TV/web simulcast of Oprah's Lifeclass. As I watched Oprah effortlessly integrate her live audience with those joining online and via social media, I was struck by the realization that even though she'd been a dominant player on television for more than two decades, Oprah was, in fact, made for the Internet. She was about engagement and authenticity and connection long before the web discovered them. And since engagement is deeply embedded in the DNA of HuffPost as well, I'm delighted that we're partnering with the Oprah Winfrey Network to bring some of Oprah's best content to the HuffPost platform. So welcome to HuffPost OWN, where we'll focus on self-empowerment, healthy living for the mind and body, relationships, and deepening the conversation on, as Oprah puts it, living our best lives.
Understanding that we are all more powerful than we know -- that we are all connected to something bigger than ourselves -- is the real conversation I want to have in the new OWN section on HuffPost. In many ways, it is the only conversation, I believe, truly worth having.
Even as more people appear to be turning away from organized religion, a new study finds that the number of Americans who definitely believe in religious miracles increased 22 percent in the past two decades.
The presidential debates offered us unscripted and revealing glimpses into each candidate's character. Very different -- and often conflicting -- Romneys emerged in each debate.
Men don't have to fight for pay equity, clamor to have their opinions heard at work and then have anyone ask the insulting question, "can we find any qualified men?"
While Romney boasted about considering his infamous "binders of women," for a job, it was clear he and his policies are the true binders of women.
After dealing with cancer for a few months now, I'm realizing that Hollywood may have -- are you ready for this? -- sensationalized what it's like to have cancer. Also, Julia Roberts is potentially deadly.
I remember school cafeteria food -- with a certain amount of horror -- but not actually eating it. What I remember was our lunch lady cashier, who was huge and mustached and who scared the bejesus out of me. Once, as I paid for lunch, I dropped a coin into my spaghetti.
When Alexis told me, "I want to be the next Oprah," I told her, "I totally see it." Not only did I see it, but I could feel it. Throughout our conversation, I was blown away by Alexis' courage and conviction.
By the end of the program, tears had been shed, "hallelujahs" were cried out and souls were opened up to the possibility of living for something more in this life.
You really couldn't wait two hours until the non-televised after party? I never expected Rihanna to hold undying resentment against Chris Brown, but there's a noteworthy distinction between forgiveness and fondling.
We've had bosses, fathers, boyfriends and co-workers like Romney who invade our space, try to dominate every discussion and see every encounter as a chance to "win," rather than dialogue.
Dear Oprah: Can I have a car? I think my spirit may not be in walking distance.
The entire pink slime affair should be viewed as a huge wake-up call to the harsh realities of our industrialized meat supply. But Beef Products Inc.'s case against ABC News could scare the media and others out of speaking out against the meat industry.
The Sabbath is my time with the Lord, my time to unwind from the pressures of work, heal, and reflect on the many blessings in my life and the career path that has led me here.