It all started a long time ago in a library in Roswell, Georgia. I was 10 years old, browsing biographies. I chose a book on Jane Addams and Hull House. That book was my introduction to social work, social justice, and unions. Fifty-plus years later, I realized that...
On a freezing December night in Georgia, my girlfriends and I had the conversation women have when they’re done pretending – we talked about how we struggle to own our hard work. One woman who’s in the middle of divorce proceedings, told us she’s been reflecting...
Lord have mercy! The temperatures yesterday were getting too close to 100 degrees for me. When it’s too hot to go outside, what’s a person to do? Read. Since the 4th of July is upon us, I thought I’d suggest an even dozen books for your summer reading list. Lately,...
Recently, I’ve had the opportunity to work with two women, one a new acquaintance and one a long-time client, as they grapple with owning and claiming their full power and the power of their work. They shared a common problem with all of the women I work with –...
I’ve never recovered from COVID. I figured it out the other day as I found myself crying over our most recent book club selection: Wish You Were Here by Jodi Picoult. It’s a novel about COVID times. About all of COVID times, the uncertainty about the disease, the...
