The Lion Queen

I spend a good deal of time watching women hack through the jungle of self-doubt with a dull, rusty machete. Scratch that. With a pair of cuticle trimmers. I’d like to say it’s difficult trying to figure out why so many unbelievably smart, successful, frankly kick-ass women have trouble valuing their self-worth, except it’s not,…

This Woman’s Work

When my first son was a baby, just learning to goo and gaa and blow little baby raspberries, he would look at me all goo-goo eyed and say: “Dada” “Mama” I would say to him, making sure to enunciate. “Maaa-Maaaa”. He would bobble his giant baby head and smile and say, yet again, “Dada”. I’d…