Vagina Wars

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve been at war with my vagina for about three decades. It’s unfortunate, feeling this way about such a powerful, awe-inspiring organ – one around which I shape most of my identity. The truth is, I’m not that stoked to be a woman. A lot of the time, it’s a huge drag. At…

To the Next Generation: Don’t Make Work Your Calling

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I grew up with two hard-working parents who weren’t totally happy with their jobs. In fact, a lot of the time, they were walking tumbleweeds of worry and frustration. This led me to the (quite logical) conclusion that MY job should ALWAYS be enjoyable – and that the only way to accomplish this…

Poop Culture

Stop holding in farts, dear. You look like a blowfish. [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve always been frustrated with the state of poop culture in America. In my early years, I always pottied with the door open. As an only child – a “single kid,” as my husband likes to say – of parents who insisted on…

Don’t bring me flowers, I’ll buy my own (or, how fart-scented flowers and Lucille Ball completely altered my perspective).

Short on time? Listen on-the-go: Love yourself first, and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.  -Lucille Ball [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Last night, I received a text from one of my ride-or-die besties: I feel like the flowers I got this time smell like farts (crying…

This one word empowered me to live like a boss.

Short on time? Listen to this post on-the-go: [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]From the moment you emerge from the womb, it seems like evvvveryone wants to know what you want to “be when you grow up.” I decided early on that I was “supposed” to be a professional working woman, like my mom. An amorphous “business woman,”…

The simple act that changed everything.

When I was 4, I thought I could be anything. Really, anything. A pop singer who moonlights as a grocery store clerk, pulling occasional shifts driving a limo and working on her 3rd best-selling novel. Wow, that sounds reeeeally specific… was that ACTUALLY your dream? Yes. Yes, it was. Don’t act like you’re surprised. But when…

Big, Dumb Stallion

Part IV of the “Self-Annoyed: Solopreneurship Done Write” series, where I openly battle for control over my mindset + wrestle with cultural myths about success. I’ve always believed, deep down, that successful business building is about more than just working hard – there’s a bit of luck involved, too. You can only get so far in…

The Power of Waiting

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve been waiting my whole life. Waiting to get my ears pierced so I could stop wearing (unreliable) plastic press-ons, to turn sixteen and get behind the wheel by myself, to start twelfth grade and be a top-dog senior, with off-campus lunch privileges and skip days. I’ve been waiting to graduate high school…

Making the Case for Compassion, Regardless of Reward

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]A friend of mine always stops at homemade lemonade stands. Little kids peddling exorbitantly priced cold beverages spark within her a desire to support the brave, entrepreneurial qualities in our younger generations. Not me. I speed right by those things. I’m the type of person you don’t want to run into if you’re…

The Only Good Spider is a Spider Vein

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve only seen my mother wear shorts a handful of times in my life – a pretty courageous feat, considering I grew up in the stifling, humid heat of North Texas. No matter the weather, she preferred the full leg cover of jeans, pants or a long skirt, ashamed of baring her legs…