I am a woman who has spent much of her professional energies in the world being a supporter and champion of women’s leadership. I’m also a woman who didn’t realize she was a woman until my early 30s and pregnant with my first child—a fact, which revealed me to myself …Read More
My eldest son told me about the climate change countdown clock in NYC. I hadn’t heard about it—maybe because it’s not in my backyard here in Maine. Apparently, on Sept 20th of this year, the clock was set to 7 years, and is now counting down…visually demonstrating that time is limited …Read More
Nobody knows what will happen the night of the election—or what will happen between now and then.
But I do know this:
I know how I will feel if I do nothing.
I know how I will feel if I choose not to participate in THIS moment…or the next moment…
When I was in high school, I went through the rigorous process of becoming a lifeguard, learning water safety, rescue skills and the basics of first aid, CPR and how to mobilize someone in the event of a back injury. It made sense that I was drawn to this, even …Read More
Years ago when I first moved to Maine, I was taught how to play cribbage. If you’re not familiar with cribbage, it is a card game with a wooden board and little pegs that mark each player’s points and progress. I am convinced all true New Englanders are hard-wired for …Read More
Something happened for me at my SheSpeaks evenings of women’s storytelling last year. I didn’t see it coming, but once I did, I saw how it had been there all along. If you’re not familiar with SheSpeaks, then you might not know that this annual event has become something of …Read More
I have this dream, and it begins with changing the language we use as women to describe ourselves—or any people, really, outside the construct of the white male narrative we’re all living in. I have this dream about the word “empowerment” fading to obsolescence…. Instead of reading articles, seeing conferences …Read More
Last year, on the underground of London, I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. When the doors opened to Euston station, there it was….the EXACT reason I hold my SheSpeaks women’s storytelling series each year. And then, as quickly as it registered in my brain, the doors …Read More
What if I were to call you a storyteller…how would you respond? Would you agree or would you start Yea-Butting me? Yea, but not a good one. Yea, but it’s not like I’m a REAL storyteller. Yea, but it’s not like I know what I’m doing. Yea, but it’s not …Read More
There I was, just minding my business on the northern line of London’s underground on vacation with my family and BOOM—I see it. Validation of everything I had been working toward all these years. As we pull up to the Euston platform, the doors open, revealing this massive, not-to-be-missed sign …Read More