By the time I was 21, I was working in a bar, and going to community college like many people my age, figuring things out one shift at a time. I wasn’t unhappy, but I wasn’t exactly sure where my life was headed either. 

My daughter’s recent comment about Kamala’s voice wasn’t political. It was flippant - and triggering. How do we teach our daughters to feel the weight of their words without slowing them down?

After 27 years, I woke up on a dark Monday morning and wrote my company a resignation letter. Why was it so easy to say goodbye?

I thought I’d start by sharing the straw that broke the camel’s back—why I finally left my job in higher education.  Honestly, I’m shocked I stuck around as long as I did.