Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I am the crazed lady, barefoot and blistered. The annoying pebbles and gritty gravel burrow deep inside the open crevices and souls of my naked feet. I own nothing. I wear tattered, ripped dirty dollar store hand-me-down jeans and some tossed aside beige stained football hoodie. I recall some arguing Read more
When Amelia Earhart disappeared near Howland Island in 1937, she had no way of knowing that her legacy would be her disappearance and not her life. We have celebrated the wrong Earhart, a woman who disappeared at sea when we should have been celebrating who she truly was: a woman Read more
It was wintertime 1974 in Cincinnati, Ohio and I was 11 years old, holding my mom’s trembling hand as we were walking up and down the sidewalks of our neighborhood. Tears were in her eyes, born out of a fear of how she was going to feed her two youngest Read more
I have often heard or read about someone who says they wish that they could make a difference in the world, but they are just one person, so what can they do? Plenty, is what my answer would be. Let’s look at Ruth DeGoglia who had the idea in college Read more
There are some look-at-me trends going on with eyeliner. Whether you’re into bold strokes or more comfortable walking on the edge of a trend, I have something for you. The new liners and the looks that are shown using them are pretty extreme, but don’t let that scare you. Here’s Read more
I am the white mother of a brown son. He was born in the year of Michael Brown. Eric Garner. Tamir Rice. Freddie Gray. I am afraid for his brown skin. I can’t protect him from his brown skin. Nothing I teach him will change the color of his brown Read more
Pascale Lafay is a woman of substance who breathes life into unspoken emotions. Her list of accomplishments an artist’s dream. After studying at the Beaux-Arts school in France, Pascale launched her career by creating unique furniture and jewelry for a myriad of fashion designers including Thierry Mugler and Christian Dior. Read more
I have a small degree of sympathy for people who judge women in abusive relationships. That’s because I used to be one. I recall a Dear Abby column I read over my morning cereal about ten years ago, which I later vented to my mother about. A woman wrote to Read more