I once had to be surgically removed from my princess phone. But today, phone calls make me—well, um—let’s just say they bring out the worst in me. And golly, people had some strong feelings about my latest piece detailing my current reaction to the dreaded phone call.
Our personal regrets are powerful in how they work to shape us into the people we want to be. But our accomplishments are even more adept at molding us. I’ve got an old suitcase bulging at the seams with regret. I don’t lug its oppressive heft around with me on the regular, but I do … More To Admit Your Regrets Or Not To; That Is The Question
What are we seemingly always so sorry for, exactly? That we aren’t measuring up to our own standards? If so, can we consider lowering our own bar until the need to say we’re sorry we are who we are fades into oblivion? … More No Longer Sorry: A Long Overdue New Rally Cry For The Warrior In Each Of Us
Once my secret was told, she surprised me by saying, “Me too.” And then we wept together. … More Ending your too-long struggle with secrecy and shame: tell your hard story to break the heavy bonds of self-imposed silence and finally begin to heal fully.
I was 10 years old when my ongoing sexual abuse at the hands of a male relative finally ended. I don’t remember how old I was when he began molesting me, only that I was too young to understand what was happening and what it was called. Or that it was criminal and demented and … More The reason we end our silence and finally disclose our sexual abuse.