Happiness. It's relative.
Self-doubt and second-guessing. It has often seemed to me to be a woman’s thing. Thinking with certainty about something and then the conviction unraveling, a thread at a time. Sometimes, someone’s comment or question starts it, sometimes, the self-doubt and second-guessing just unfurls on… Continue Reading “One’s Own Fire”
Impostor Syndrome. I used to have it and then I went to a special camp where the counselors made me sing all the verses of I Am Woman and cut marshmallows into shapes of accomplishments like wee puffy children on their way to Harvard,… Continue Reading “Rainmaker”