I am a daughter, a sister, a lover, and a friend.
I am a child of divorce.
I am the mother of two amazing girls. I am sleep deprived.
I am Saturday night Sangria with good friends and Sunday morning hangovers.
I am soy lattes, bacon and eggs, and blueberry waffles.
I am poetry, painting, and books that MUST be finished, even though I don’t.
I am music and music is me.
I am passionate about life, love, and meaningful connections with others.
I am inquisitive, intellectual, and scientific.
I am compassionate, forgiving, and kind.
I am reluctant to show my vulnerabilities because people interpret them as “feminine” and weak and not as strength of character.
I am a woman who understands sexism better than anyone I know, yet I still struggle to disentangle myself from the strangle hold it has on me.
I am three Social Work Degrees: Bachelors, Masters, and Doctorate.
I am a raging perfectionist and my own worst critic.
I am smart AND beautiful. Other people’s opinions of me shouldn’t matter so much, but they sometimes do.
I am not defined by my mistakes. Neither are you, unless you choose to be.
I am a radical feminist. I love women AND men.
I am outraged by social injustice that stems from religion, patriarchy, capitalism and the unexplainable lack of compassion for others.
I am angry and I have the right to be.
I am divorced because I deserve respect, compassion, and kindness.
I am good without God; any of them. I choose to do the right thing because I am empathic and because I am NOT forgiven.
I am self-governed by a sense of morality that originates from my innate compassion for all people and an ardent belief in the inherent goodness of others.
I am invested in seeking Socratic truth and knowledge.
I am a mentor and a guide; an apprentice and a tourist.
I am convinced that we are all wandering, trying to find our way.
I am you and you are me. We are partners along this journey.