I went to Target today, used the restroom with my 3-year old son, and lived to tell about it. I don’t know if you’ve checked social media, watched the news or read a paper in the last week, but Target has been pretty prominent in the headlines with a new policy – they now allow…

Everything I ever needed to know about self-acceptance, I could have learned from a 5-year old. My friend, Laura, has a beautiful little boy named Logan.  Last September, Logan had school pictures.  Being a diligent and attentive mother, Laura planned for this day and lovingly put together a nice outfit for him, even setting it…

“Nice” is possibly the most overused, meaningless and mundane word I can think of.  It also happens to be an adjective that people often use to describe me.  The word is plastered over the pages of my yearbook and in letters from friends.  I’m often hugged and told, “You’re so nice.”  I’ve heard the word…

Let’s face it – life isn’t very easy sometimes.  Stress takes its toll on each of us, and the results aren’t pretty.  The pressures that we face at work, home, the grocery store, the mall, school, online and in our own heads can build into a mountain of seemingly insurmountable stress if we let them. …

What is the one thing that you hope no one ever finds out about you? What is that one thing about your past, or your personality, or yourself in general that you want to hide?  What secret truth about yourself makes your heart race and your cheeks burn with shame and fear?  Is there something…

It has been exactly six months since I have had a sip of alcohol.  I started drinking in college to be cool and to be happy.  I cut alcohol out because I wasn’t cool and I wasn’t happy.  This realization has taken me 20 years and countless stumbles to figure out, but in the end…

“Look at all these eggs!  Oh my!  Have you seen Pinterest?” asked the kind, Grandmother-ly woman scanning our four dozen eggs at Target, just days before Easter. “Hmm?”  I murmured, distractedly, as I struggle to push the gargantuan double-wide cart full of my preschoolers and our Easter supplies through the tiny aisle. “Pinterest!  Have you…