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  • What if…

    Isn’t it hard enough being a woman? Why do we criticize, judge, gossip and tear each other down? Does it make us feel better about ourselves if we push down another woman? Make her less than? I wanted to post an inspiring video today about women supporting women and when I searched instead I found…

  • Believe it

    Sitting drinking my coffee this morning I found myself reflecting on the success of Girl Noticed’s Kickstarter campaign. Just one month ago I was sitting on the same couch, with the same mug, at the same computer questioning  what was to be my first real venture in fundraising. Good idea or not? Would people donate,…

  • Thank You!

  • The Girl Who Walked on Her Tiptoes.

    Semele Halkedis and I became friends in kindergarten, and it never seemed unusual that Semele’s heels never hit the floor when she walked. It almost seemed as though she had been given a special gift or ability to be able to walk on her tiptoes, because it made her that much taller with her head…

  • My mom broke the news…”You’re a girl.”

    Yep I was about 6, and as I climbed the steps of our Philadelphia row home, I stopped dead in my tracks turned to my mom and declared. “When I grow up I’m going to be a boy.”  “No honey”, she said. You can’t be a boy, you’re a girl.  That was pretty much the…

  • “Silver Dollars and Silver Boxes”

    I found myself laughing and telling this story the other day, and after telling it I began to reflect and realize how we carry our stories with us everyday, everywhere we go. We shape ourselves into the characters of those stories. So when you tell your story weather it be to yourself or someone else, be…

  • The strangers we meet.

    There’s something absolutely beautiful about meeting a stranger. I don’t mean just a smile or handshake between two people that don’t know each other, I mean that moment where you stop thinking about yourself and you turn your complete attention to the other person because you want to actually “know” them, and in that moment you…

  • Just Ask!

    Seems like such a simple thing. I’ve heard these words probably a thousand times. “Why didn’t you just ask?”  Honestly it still doesn’t come easy for me. I’d rather completely torture myself physically, and mentally agonize over something for days before I’d just say “Hey can you help me?” What’s the problem? Is it pure…