For years, I believed I needed to have my life figured out. I spent twenty years as a corporate marketing executive. When that chapter of my life ended, I assumed I'd quickly figure out what came next. I didn't. For nearly five years, I felt lost. I knew the corporate world was no longer where I belonged, but I had no idea what was next. If I'm being honest, I didn't think of it as a period of exploration. I thought I was failing. I thought I was falling behind. I worried I w

It’s true–we’re over. I broke up and I’m not looking back. Like most abusive relationships, it took me way too long to get out. Twenty years to be exact. But this week was the final straw. Things got so bad that I’m having tee shirts printed which read, “Life’s too short to be crying in a conference room”. But wait you say, hasn’t Corporate America supported you for all these years? Put food on your table? A roof over your head? A car in your driveway? To which I must quote m

Growing up as a teenager in the 90s, I was deeply influenced by the era’s extreme diet culture and the pervasive "heroin chic" aesthetic. This was a time when the media glorified exceptionally thin figures, which not only permeated pop culture but also became a standard my mother enforced at home. Frequently on diets herself, she would comment on my body and scrutinize my eating habits, pushing me to ignore my hunger cues. Caught in the whirlwind of ever-changing fad diets, I