Purpose

Living in the most stimulated period of human existence can be tough, especially on a woman. There seems to be a constant barrage of state-of-the-art applications vying for our attention, new trends ahead of every fashion season, and an endless supply of resources that keep us constantly informed on the who, what, when, and where of nearly every person we consider a friend. But, if you’re anything like me, it can be overwhelming, and attempting to keep up can leave you feeling drained, without direction, or lacking a sense of purpose. Facebook, Snapchat, and Instagram give us a birds eye view of just how many people seem to be “doing it right” while we struggle to simply “do”. Days may bleed into […]

I was listening to the radio recently and I heard an emotionally wrenching interview with one of the victims in the Pulse nightclub massacre in Orlando. Tony Sanchez and his best friend—who did not survive—were on their way out of the club when the shooting started. Tony unpacked his terrifying account of that night … flinging himself onto the floor and hiding his head underneath a sofa, from where he could see seven other people lying dead from gunshot wounds to the head. He spent 20 or 30 minutes lying there, quaking, in the growing pools of blood. Just when he convinced himself that he’d be OK, he became the shooter’s target. The murderer put four bullets in Tony’s back. The bullets passed through his back and went into his left arm, shattering nearly