Jerry McGuire famously shouted "Help me, Help You." As, one morning, I find myself channeling my inner Jerry, I wonder am I motivating anyone anymore? Who should I be helping really?
Reflections on 2017 lead me to wonder if heartbreak is the price for living a courageous life and teaching my children to do the same.
December should dazzle. Yet, why am I always left feeling less than? Is it possible our culture sets us parents up to fail as the year comes to an end?
I am a storyteller who cannot write. I am a mom who struggles to parent. Are those statements really true?
What happens when we have to compromise our beliefs so our children can do what they love?
A Letter To My Son: How Roots of Family, Faith, Tradition & Love help you soar into the future.
Reflections on Charlottesville and how fear may always be apart of our lives but it is what we do with that fear that shows who we are as people.
When the little one is sick one night, I am reminded of all the lessons in learning to borrow courage to move beyond my fears.
When a gun comes to school, fear is real. The conversations with my son afterward ended up the most important thing for teaching courage. Courage happens we keep fear from ruling our lives. And on this day, we were both afraid.
Only after becoming a mom to three, could I see in the chaos the true essence of who I needed to become to raise well-adjusted adults.