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,…

Office Space

A few weeks ago my husband came home and spoke the words every non-working spouse dreads: “I have to work from home for a while”. I started working when I was fourteen, wearing the stink of spoiled soft serve and making blizzards you couldn’t spill at Dairy Queen for $3.25 an hour.  I worked retail, did…