Last week, I was challenged to write a letter to exercise. Which was tricky, because my relationship with exercise is complicated, at best...

I wonder if there are any lies you find yourself hiding behind? I wonder what it would be like to challenge those lies? To give yourself permission to stick your head out from behind the lie and allow yourself to exist as you are? To allow yourself to have needs and wants?

This morning, an 8-year-old told me she felt fat. I told her what I needed someone to tell me when I was her age...

Your brain produces thoughts, because that's what brains do. But that doesn't mean the thoughts are always true...

A letter to People of Color - from a privileged, middle-class white girl.

We've all got skeletons in our closets. But I'm not sure the skeletons are quite comfortable, hidden away there. They like to come out to play. They rattle around in our chests, they sneak into our beds, they dance eerily in our dreams, they interrupt our thoughts, they make themselves known. And what if that's ok?