Women reclaim their voices with #MeToo, and men need to learn to respect the power of women.
My mom remains such an inspiration.
It takes me a week to cut up a cantaloupe. I simply will it to wash, de-seed and slice itself.
My favorite weather is comfortable weather.
Customer service is a dying art. And I’m in mourning.
I’ve been a mom for sixteen years, but that doesn’t make me old.
At least for an hour a week, there is peace.
Can we control how we will be remembered?
Will we allow for the crazy class to take over and dominate?
What’s the big deal? It’s just gray hair. Why can’t we all just agree that it’s really okay?