{my graphics are free goodies for you} She wanted pink hair, just a little on the right side. A tiny piece of art shaved into the fine blond hairs just above the nape of her neck like a secret only...
The women drift tentatively through the door of the (in)courage meet-up. They scan the room and look for a seat. A place to belong. Isn’t that what we all want? Each spot at every table has a little...
For years I treated “leading” like a four-letter word. I described what I did only in safer terms like “helping,” “serving” or maybe “facilitating.” If I accidentally used the word I’d blush and...