Once I was little. Dreaming of motherhood and life. Dreaming of simplicity. Of snowflakes and music and happy. Spinning around. Dancing. Shake the snow…
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Last year I was in Washington, DC, standing in the front of a conference room speaking to several hundred moms. I was ready. I…
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Some words about bravery. Oftentimes I’m called brave and asked how in the world I can be so brave. Well here’s the truth.…
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I just don’t care. Are those the right words to say? To write? To share? Are they the words that garner the shares and…
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A couple weeks ago I stood in front of several hundred women and told them I had an identity crisis and that my…
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For most of my life I wanted perfect. When the girls were little Martha Stewart was my hero. I don’t even think seeing her…