Every single one of us wildly successful, wonderful caring and thoughtful women carry a nagging voice inside of us that likes to rear her meanness.

I love the full moon. Its gorgeous brightness in the dark sky. I always feel so happy when I see it.

A friend of mine drew a card recently that had a stylized image of a butterfly on it, along with some powerful words about being our unique selves.

Let's turn our thoughts to thanks giving as two distinct words – the giving of thanks.

When you look into a mirror, what do you see?

I revel in possibilities. Things that can happen. Things that can become. Things that are available to us.