Please don’t tell me I should see a doctor first. I already know this may be crazy. Dangerously unhealthy. But I’m doing it. First, I have an insanely high cortisol
Everyone knows there are things you do not say when people tell you they were sexually molested as children — things like: Well, what were you wearing? That explains a lot.
Did you ever read the story “Flowers for Algernon“? (It was also a movie called Charly.) Here’s the story: Charly is an adult man with an IQ of 68,
Hello, my name is Dixie, and I’m a shopaholic. (Hi, Dixie.) I’m not your credit card debt, hoards bags and bags from TJ Maxx kind of shopper. I’m more
Last week I opened up about my broken brain. I keeping with my pledge to make a new confession each week, this post deals with something about which I am
Maybe folks will look at this headline and think, “Big whoop” or less charitably, “Duh.” Actually, as a relentless over-sharer, my adding another confession to my list of not-so-secret-secrets
There are lots of great women who have goals their busy lives keep them from pursuing. They want to work on that novel, get started on that business, lose
The word “fuck “makes me feel good. I love to say it, wear it, think it. I am a fan of all its permutations: fuck, fucking, and fucker. I
I wrote a piece for BUST Magazine on how finding my birth family (specifically finding out I come from a family of political, proactive Sorensens) helped me find myself.
As someone who helps people and businesses identify, develop and promote their brands, increasingly I’ve been suggesting getting into the still relatively “blue ocean” of podcasting. (“Red oceans” are