The minute my son’s tiny body squeezed out of me, I changed. I became vulnerable. Sure, I had loved before. My husband is testament to my faith in love. We need each other, and to lose the other would be devastating. But we are strong. We can survive on our own. My little boy, though capable and independent, needs us. It is as if God has granted me authority beyond my emotional control, to ensure the safety and well being of this beautiful child. I am afraid I love my son so much that my heart will surely burst.
When my …read more

Click here to see Hillary get vulnerable and tear up about how personal this campaign is for her and how tiring campaigning is.

I wanted this be a light-hearted piece about one of my favorite office observations: the difference between how men and women talk at work. You know, men say things like: Boil the frog (ask your boyfriend what that means) or Get a leg up or Sh**ts and giggles…and women say things like do me a favor? or please, or I’m sorry, or thank you.
But I became side-tracked. As I was searching on-line for some references, I came across this Newsweek review of three new high-schoolish book titles of which the focus is how undermining, sneaky and downright mean women are …read more