Have you ever been moved by a story? Felt your own experience affirmed by the reading of another’s? With every story we share, we give voice to our collective and individual experiences, and we grow a community where our voices are heard and celebrated.
What’s important to you? What inspires you, what scares you, what have you overcome or are striving toward overcoming? What do you want us to know?
Entering my 50s hasn’t been fun! It’s that simple. The big five-oh didn’t meet my expectations despite my efforts to make it dreamy. For my 50th birthday, I planned a trip to Greece and my actual birthday was a brilliant sea and land adventure on a beautiful island called Naxos. Let’s not forget that it was also a culinary paradise. But as much as I tried to get myself excited for the new decade, unfortunately outside my trip to Greece, it’s been a struggle.
When did you first learn that you shouldn’t trust women? Or a better question might be, when did you learn to trust men more than you trust women? I remember the first time someone approached me with this question.
When you mention menopause, most folks conjure up images of hot flashes as if it’s a quirky sitcom plot.
But hold on, my friends, this midlife moment can be a real roller coaster with some serious twists and turns, especially for those who find themselves in the wild world of medical menopause through the surgical removal of a uterus and/or ovaries.
On a recent Monday morning while at work, I ran into a colleague who runs our company’s facilities department. I had an idea I wanted to share with him about how we can get more people to volunteer to respond to an emergency or a fire should there ever be one. As I approached him excited to share my thoughts, I felt my brain go blank as if I accidentally pressed the delete button. What happened to the safety feature asking me if I was sure I wanted to delete?
So, here's a little story about a topic that might make you uncomfortable or raise an eyebrow – yup, we're diving into the realm of the "dry" conversation. I’m not usually the shy type but even I’m feeling a little bashful right now. Deep breath and here it is - I have a dry vagina.
Recently, I had to do a quick Costco run during my lunch hour. Admittedly, images of Costco shopping do not generally conjure images of an exciting tale but, stay with me, it might surprise you.
The best Thanksgiving I ever had started with an icy windshield and an ice scraper.
Sharing our stories is one way we can overcome patriarchal thinking, figure out what is real, and build a world that is safer for all of us.
I am an extremely annoying person with unwavering high standards. What’s even worse, is that statement makes me a fraud, as even the people who know me well would describe me as, “the sweetest, most easy-going person.”