I didn’t take pictures once we officially entered the Bombay slum. I was too focused on trying to step one foot in front of the other to keep moving forward. I volunteered in the favelas of Salvador, Brazil, after college, where inhabitants had built “homes” on stilts in the water. I visited the tiny rural village of Talanga, Honduras, where my brother volunteered for a year. It had only dirt roads and zero hotels or …
After my first son was born, I was grateful for all I had and my life that was now very full. But I was tired. There was no fire in my belly or skip in my step and it slowly ate away at me. “Life is supposed to be delicious,” I thought, but I didn’t have much of an appetite for anything. Most of us experience this. We build a big career, have a child …
I introduced my 6- and 8-year-old to New York City over a long spring-break weekend earlier this month. New York holds a piece of my heart as I lived there for 4 years in my 20s, then worked for a Manhattan-based organization that brought me back to the city several times each year in my 30s. This week, I invite you to (vicariously) experience this short journey with my sons and I that will enhance …
Last month, a radiologist found some calcifications in my left breast during my annual mammogram. She ordered a biopsy and informed me that 70% of the time the results are benign (not cancerous). While the stats were in my favor, I couldn’t help thinking about the other 30%… and with that, I received an unexpected gift. Before I go further, let me tell you the results came back benign. I don’t have breast cancer. …
“I’m grateful for butt cracks and farts…” I never thought that sentence would fill my heart with joy, but now that I have two little boys, it does. Here’s why: I’ve adopted four views on parenting that help me parent with more joy. #1 I deeply desire my boys to shine bright and be their authentic selves. 🌟I never want to dim their light. This is one of the top reasons that I got trained to …