I want to start somewhere other than the retreat. I want to start with the woman I was before I knew how to give myself anything at all. There is a particular kind of woman most of us know intimately — because we were raised by her, or we are her, or we see her every time we look at our own reflection in an unguarded moment. She is the woman who gives endlessly and magnificently to everyone around her, and saves nothing — or almost nothing — for herself. Not because she is we

I've been carrying this thought, this quiet rumination on the profound power of two simple words: yes and no. In the nomadic tapestry of...

The Unlabeled Journey of Learning and Living I spoke with a friend today about labels. How they can be so utterly useful, and yet, in...