Labels and boxes are funny things. Some people find comfort in knowing where they stand and where they fit. Others resist having descriptors applied to them.  I think the difference comes largely on whether or not we have a sense of empowerment from those descriptions of us, whether they restrict us or provide us understanding…

When I was a teenager, I had a bumper sticker on the back of my first car, a Honda Accord hatchback, that said: Question Authority I had a lot of moxy as a teen along with an inner knowing that the things I was being taught were perhaps not in my best interests. I knew…

As a child, I remember believing there were two days of the year I was guaranteed to cry: Christmas and my birthday. It’s a belief I brought with me into adulthood. It wasn’t until I said this to a friend and they reflected back to me the deep sadness held in that belief that I…