Where do deeply powerful people source such certitude? How are they so sure? About themselves. About their choices. About their path. You can feel the power in a person. It feels like assurance, not perfection. It feels like hope, not delusion. It feels like vulnerability, not self-deprecation. It feels confident, and knowing, and sure. But it also feels comfortable for you...

Standing tall and standing up always seems so much easier when we’re doing it for someone else. If our girls need some help, we’re there. If someone is messing with someone we love, watch out. When there’s a cause we believe in badly, we’ll fight hard. But damn, when it comes to keeping the spine tall, tough, and moving forward for...

They’ll get tougher. I know, not the best news. But in order for all of your biggest lessons to actually become truly learned lessons, you’ll have to experience them one more time — you’ll have to exercise the lesson. The lesson isn’t over until you’ve had to put it into practice the next time around. And that’s well, tough. It’ll always...

Every life has chapters. Sometimes our chapters span years. And sometimes it feels like we live an entire year in the passing of a single day. And when the chapter, the day, the year, the times…when they’re hard and leave you stressed out of your mind, or emotional as hell, or unsure with how to go forward – You know,...

Holy f*cking anger. It beats against the inner wall of your chest like it will either melt you from the inside or blow open your sternum all together. It’s beyond anger. It’s rage. Rage from injustice. Rage from unfairness. Rage because it doesn’t matter, but should. Rage because it’s not right. Just, rage. Anger, rage, it’s intense. It’s powerful. And...

Life without love isn’t worth living. And love without pain isn’t worth feeling. Because it’s in the pain that we’re reminded of what we’ve got. We’re reminded of what’s worth fighting for. And we’re reminded of all the gratitude we owe this experience for being cocooned in love, despite what might be going on around us. Pain and love. Love...

If you were to look back into the far reaches of your own personal history, I bet you’d see a hell of a zigzag. You’d see how one thing here led to another thing there, which bounced you to that experience way over there. But could you have ever planned it? Could you have ever guessed it? Would you have...