
The Trauma that Built Me
I’ve always pushed myself out of my comfort zone, done the scary while also feeling the need to prove everyone wrong. It’s why “find comfort
I’ve always pushed myself out of my comfort zone, done the scary while also feeling the need to prove everyone wrong. It’s why “find comfort
(If I hear this one more time, I’m gonna throat punch someone.) If I had a dollar for every time a technical or contracting company
“Can a person live on iced, shaken espressos only?” I texted my best friend, Sue. “Yes,” she responded. That, right there, is why Sue is
It was standing room only. Business owners packed into a room to talk about something most of us avoid like the plague: ourselves. Not our
Imposter syndrome won this past weekend. I think I spent most of Sunday staring at a wall, contemplating all of my failures. What a great
For years, I saw my gender as a weakness. Working in manufacturing and medical devices industries dominated by men with egos the size of Texas—I
“What on earth are you watching?” I ask Josh as I crawl onto the bed in our motorhome (in our driveway) and lie down next
The holidays, am I right? What a shitshow. I like to give so much I have nothing left, then I’m resentful and bitter. Good times.
Perhaps by calling it Sharkie Poo, it was a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy. All seven dogs have a nickname – Millie is Millie Vanilli,