I have a confession to make. I’m an expert in my field. And also my best subject matter to study. Though I wrote Fire Your Narrator! A Storyteller’s Guide to Getting Out of Your Head and Into Your Life to help readers rewrite old or unhelpful inner...
Hi, Lady. I see you. Yes, you! You, on the Boogie board, battling the waves. I see you while others younger and fitter splash about these ocean waves and sunbathe on the beach. I see you in your modest black one-piece with the ruching on the sides (is that how you...
I have a confession to make. I’ve been wallowing. Such an interesting verb, isn’t it? To wallow. I wallow. He/she/it wallows. We wallow. To wallow is to indulge in something (ie. wallowing in luxury). Who wouldn’t want to do that? But what if...
My husband was struggling to insert his contact lens. He kept popping it out and trying to put it back in, grumbling about an invisible speck of dust that was making it sit uncomfortably in his eye. And I wanted to offer assistance. “Do you need some….” I...
(This guest post is written by Tanisha Gupta, Commander-in-She winter 2020-2021 intern) Throughout my childhood, I was enthralled by Disney Princesses. Cinderella, Ariel, oh and of course, Jasmine, because she was Indian and “looked like me.” Whether it be my mom...
Mary Ellen is my super friend. Supermom to two great boys, super VP of international finance, supersize that burger and fries we share when we get together. (Who am I trying to fool? We each order our own, clearly…) Mary Ellen is also super modest. She...
