I recently attended a parent-teacher conference at my son's school. His school had introduced something interesting. Students are now asked to self-assess their progress against set learning criteria, with no prior input or correction from the teacher. These self-assessments are then shared with parents during a one-on-one conference. My son scored himself quite well in some areas; confident, clear, and honest. But in other areas, I noticed something familiar. He marked himse

Feeling stuck can be one of the most frustrating places to be because nothing feels like it’s moving. In this reflection, I talk about losing motivation, questioning your value, and how sometimes the real issue may be your environment, relationships, or the spaces you’ve outgrown. This is your reminder to reassess where you are, who you’re connected to, and what needs to change so you can move forward again. You don’t need one giant leap. Sometimes growth starts with one smal

A few months ago, my kids’ cousins had just started at a new school. During their first week, I asked if they had made any friends. One of them, just 10 years old, said something that stayed with me: I have people I talk to but I wouldn’t call them friends. I paused. Hearing that from a 10-year-old stopped me in my tracks. There was so much awareness in that simple statement. I remember thinking, wow… kudos to the parents for raising a child with that kind of discernment. At

I’ve been thinking about a moment from my first pregnancy. My due date had passed, and everyone told me to wait. But after experiencing a loss before, waiting didn’t feel right to me. So I chose a C-section. What stayed with me wasn’t just the decision, but the idea that there was a “right way” to do things; a stronger way, a better way. But in that moment, I wasn’t thinking about expectations. I was thinking about safety. Mine and my baby’s. And that choice gave me both. It

You might think you need a title, a corner office, or all the authority to create change. The truth? Leadership starts right where you are, with the actions you take and the courage to speak up. Whether at home, at work, or in your community, your influence is already there, waiting for you to claim it. I used to tell myself that I couldn’t make change because of the level I held. I wasn’t a CEO, I wasn’t in the executive suite, and I didn’t wield all the power in the world.

Many years ago, I came home from work and saw my baby boy reach out, not for me, but for our nanny. My heart sank. He had been with her since I returned to work when he was four months old. My first son had gone to childcare even earlier. It wasn’t new; but this time, it hurt more. I was juggling a full-time job I didn’t enjoy, commuting, pretending to be okay, and quietly questioning everything: my choices, my motherhood, my worth. We had moved across the country for my husb