Earning my terrorist title

On Saturday, October 18, 2025, 7 million people stood up and sent a message to our President. It was the largest protest in the county’s history. There was no reported evidence of unlawful behavior, yet we were labeled as terrorists by the administration. I wonder if adding that to my resume would give me a…

Hate is taught

“We are not going to know anyone here tonight.” This was my warning comment to Rich, my husband, known to be a man of few words. Attending these events as a couple allows me to initiate conversations. I can even start one on a 47-second elevator ride. The valet took our car, and we stepped…

Life Lessons in Middle School

There were so many reasons to stay silent. It is easy; your social status remains unchanged, and you still get invited to the party. But at this point in my life, I don’t care if I am asked to those parties. One of the most profound experiences a child can face is the sting of…

Cakes, Coffee, and Kalashnikovs

It was the summer of 2011. My six-hour evening flight was uneventful, allowing me to watch “Bridesmaids” and make last-minute changes to my presentations. The plane hit the runway, and I held onto my seat, bracing myself as the pressure ran through the cabin. Frantic clicks of seat belts releasing cracked through the cabin as…

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About Me

Mother of triplets, Empowerment coach, Marketeer, Golfer, Eternal optimist.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover”.

One pencil at a time

Graduation Day at Brookdale Community College is the crescendo of accomplishments that occur each May. The excitement, relief, and pride fill the campus, elevating even the most cynical. But my favorite part is the words spoken by those who have fought hard to cross the stage. Their stories, shared with the audience, inspire us to…

Smoke and mirrors

My father told me to never accept a counteroffer when resigning from a job. For decades, I followed his advice until I didn’t. I was happy in my current role, but recent management changes had left me with an uneasy feeling. As luck would have it, I was recruited by a former manager for a…

Searching for answers, delivered with respect

Mothers know a car is the best place to have a serious conversation. “Can we go into the vault”? Ashton asked as she drove out of the parking lot after Mother’s Day breakfast. “I have something to tell you. I have not even told my sisters because I want you to hear it from me…