A few weeks ago, I had a simple idea: get my high school classmates moving. Nothing serious. Nothing complicated. Just something fun, lighthearted, and energizing—a challenge that would remind us, as women now in our early fifties, that our bodies still matter, our...
Last weekend, I attended the celebration of life ceremony for my cousin, who was killed in a tragic car accident. It was hard. Sad. Heavy. And yet, somehow, beautiful. As people stood up one after another to speak, I noticed something that stayed with me long after...
The first time I thought I understood the word “empowerment,” I must have been about 10 years old. My late mom belonged to Soroptimist International — a service club of professional and businesswomen dedicated to improving the lives of women and girls by...
I looked at my old exercise ball today. I’ve had it for 20 years—it’s been through countless workouts, moves, and seasons of life with me. Recently, it has been losing air, and I’ve had to pump it more frequently. Today, it looked deflated and worn,...
My husband and I have a private joke. Anytime one of us wants to do something radical or out of character, the other will ask: “Is it a midlife crisis or a midlife purpose?” If we can defend that it’s purpose and not crisis, the idea gets the green light. If not, we...
Reflecting on a Milestone Year Turning 50 and fully embracing grace, grit, and purpose. As I crossed the milestone of turning 50, I found myself reflecting not just on the years gone by but on the journey—quiet, steady, and deeply fulfilling—that has brought me here....
