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Who am I, and How did I get here?

As a child, we often dream of what life will be like when we finally are old enough to be an adult. But really when do we become an adult? I thought I was an adult when I moved out, got married, and had children. I soon found out I was not. Life turned upside down after the honeymoon phase was over, discussions turned into arguments, arguments turned into fights, and fights progressively turned for the worst. I became a single parent of three children trying to figure out how to keep them clothed and fed. I was lucky. I had people on my side to keep me going in one way or another. After years of struggle and heartache, my passion and the funny thing was that I followed my passion throughout life yet did not realize it. In 2012 I felt like my world crashed: no job, no unemployment, almost nowhere to live. Then came a caption on TV: “Blessings in a Backpack,” which stopped me in my tracks. I was extremely curious and needed to know more. So, I made the phone call and said I wanted to hel

Let's Climb Higher Together / Releasing Old Identities

That Time I...

That Time I Gave an Unexpected Performance… I remember feeling so cute on that picture-perfect summer day as I pulled on my red ‘skinny’ jeans and white button-down. I tied the outfit together with some darling turquoise jewelry pieces and matching heels. Girl, I was ready for some shopping! Perfect for Downtown Shopping!  My 11-year-old daughter and I set out leisurely, perusing the many stores along Steamboat’s historic Main Street; it felt magical. And it continued to be magical right up until my gorgeous Jessica Simpson heels met with a stray orange peel. I mean, I’d seen cartoon characters slip on banana peels before, but an orange peel? Who knew? And slip I did. Right down into a complete split (I was pretty flexible back then)! The slip/split successfully ripped my sexy red skinny jeans entirely from ass to crotch, dislodging one of my Jessica Simpsons and twisting my ankle in the process. Let me tell ya. It was beautiful! After a moment of shock, I looked up — only to see my da

Au Revoir, Arrivederci, Adios...Birth Control.

As I sit here wondering what I can write to uplift women, I find myself having a Carrie Bradshaw moment, just without the cigarette—pondering over the word uplift and how that fits into my truth as a wife, mom, lawyer. And then, just as I am starting to feel fluid in my thoughts and putting words to paper, my proverbial cigarette dissipates into nothingness, and I am overcome with emotion. Wait, what is happening? Why do I feel overwhelmed and a bit sad? I was just about to say something great. Then, all of a sudden, I get a notification on my phone from the new menstrual tracking app that I downloaded comically dubbed "Flo." My Flo assistant is asking me if I am feeling grumpy today. Is she telepathic? Of course not. But Flo is new to my life, and I am learning to embrace her indelicate communique. You see, recently, I decided to quit birth control. A little back story. I have been taking birth control for the last 21 years. I have been married for over a decade, an