When We Can't See It: Helping Each Other Find the Truth in Our Reflections

You can’t see it. I can’t always see it either. Looking at our reflection we are too quick to find things we believe are wrong instead of acknowledging all that is right. We live in a world that creates a narrative convincing us that the less space we take up the happier we will be. We look at images and we are no longer able to decipher what has been edited out or what is real. Then we lose sight of ourselves. There are days I hate the photos taken of me. I look in the mirror and can’t always see the truth through all the ugly lies I have built up in my head. But I don’t want that for you. I have become skilled in leaving most of my comments inside my head because I don’t want you to hear t

My Decision On Having Kids: How people respond to a woman who may choose to remain childless

I wish I could tell you that my reproductive decisions are my own and leave it at that. But the truth is that I am personally reminded of how untrue this is quite often, so I don’t have the luxury of staying silent for your comfort. We all have stories to tell because the decisions made from this point on are about all women and our right (or loss of our rights) to make decisions about our bodies and our lives as a whole. I want to share my story in hopes that it shines a light on how women are told, in different ways, that they don’t have the ability or right to handle the decisions regarding their body. It never bothers me if people ask if I have kids or even if I want kids. What DOES both

Honesty, Humor, and Intellect: How My Sister Became Fearless

My sister, Beth, is an incredible person which is something you will no doubt come away with after reading our interview. She is open and honest, hilarious and inappropriate, intelligent and tough, fun and bold. I don’t think I could ever fully explain how lucky I feel to call her my sister and my best friend. I can trust her with anything and I can ask her anything. I don’t think I have ever laughed as hard or cried as hard with anyone in my life. We have been there for each through our worst moments, our best moments, and everything in between. It is a bond words cannot fully express, I can only tell you that I am blessed to have her in my life. She is a boss lady, with so much experience,

My Mom

I often think about who I would be without her. About how different my life would be if I didn’t grow up with someone so willing to wear their heart on their sleeve. Would I still work to emulate her generosity? Would I still cry even if she hadn’t been there to teach me how to empathize with someone’s pain or celebrate in their joy? Every time I cry at a happy or sad moment, she is there living in me. Every time I decide to reach out and check on someone or give to someone unexpectedly, her example of love is guiding that. Every time the smallest thing brings me joy, her lessons of finding happiness in life’s simple moments are stirring me. Every time I choose to pick myself up after disapp

It's Derby Y'All

When I moved to Louisville I didn’t get the Derby, and where were all these people going who took half the week off? I thought it was one day. Boy was I wrong! I made the very naïve mistake of thinking I would never get in to Derby, but here I am six years later and I am hooked. I may now be one of those people wanting to take half the week off but hey once you get Derby week fever there is no turning back. In honor of my favorite week, in my adopted city, here are a few tips learned along the way by a girl who didn’t grow up here, but has grown to LOVE Derby week! Fascinator or Hat? From my point of view I always go fascinator. I don’t particularly love hats, they just aren’t really my styl


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