Please pray for me. I just found a lump. I was in my car in the Starbucks parking lot when the text arrived from my long-time best...

I got lost somewhere between forty-five and forty-eight. The grief, pressures of selling books to prove my success as an author, and the...

For 20 years I've carried working mom guilt. I've felt a certain sense of shame that my attention was divided between work and my...