Women and “sisterhood” are not always synonomous. Sadly, women can often be categorized as “catty”, “messy”, or “hen-pecks”. Before we, as women, can learn to arise and awaken our spirits to be all God has called us to be — the best moms, the best friends, the best workers — we must first learn to embrace sisterhood.
For far too long, women have spent meaningless, wasted time bickering, name-calling, and pursuing personal I-gotta-always-be-right vendettas. Once we let all that go, we learn to come alongside one another. The truth is, it is sometimes far easier to talk about the ugly outfit the girl next to you is wearing than it is to address the ugly on the inside of us.
Caution: Stop comparing yourself to others. It only births insecurities that make it almost impossible for you befriend others. You were created perfectly for what you have been put on this earth to do. As you cease comparison, you enter a place of complete peace, where you then can build meaningful relationships with other women. Continue reading »
We have all heard, “When life throws you lemons, make lemonade.” But how do you do that? Parenting struggles, money woes, or business concerns will surely rear their ugly head from time to time. 
As a writer, I am privileged to share my thoughts and ideas in a variety of venues. One of the things I have resolved to do through the years is to write about those things that will encourage and challenge and to avoid those topics that simply spark debate for the sake of debating. Hence, it is very unlikely that you will ever see me write about politics and the like. 
I’ve been on a journey recently……what am I talking about?! I’ve been on a journey for the last sixteen years – the art of letting go. I have read dozens of parenting books. I regularly seek the counsel of friends and family. Yet, I am convinced that absolutely nothing prepares you for the day you realize that your little boy is becoming a man – the day he enters high school, the day he drives away for the first time without you in the car, the day he goes on his first date. It’s hard. 
The daily grind – work, home, carpool, dinner, organize the house, wash clothes, check homework, on and on and on ——