From "Girlfriends of a Certain Age," ©Ramborella LLC
A lot of people ask me how I decided to start 1010ParkPlace. For over 10 years I was focused on my breast cancer, my subsequent Top Breast Cancer Blog and the unexpected death of my husband. Not surprisingly there came a time when I didn’t want to write about cancer anymore. During a conversation with a friend, he asked what I really wanted to do with my life? My answer came tumbling out.
“I want to connect with women about more than cancer.”
Recently I attended an event for the purpose of networking with attendees from three, different, women’s entrepreneur groups. It was at a coffee shop in the city and started at 7:30 a.m.
I’m still not sure what enticed me out of my suburban comfort zone at that hour. I am not a morning person. Continue Reading
Debbie White and Deana Sears, Partners in Southern Charm Builders. Photography by Jennifer Denton.
When most of us hear the word “homebuilder,” we think of a male-dominated profession, but these hardworking Texas women have built 17 homes in the last two years. Debbie White and Deana Sears are the powerhouse team behind Southern Charm Builders just north of San Antonio.
With no middle men—literally and figuratively—Debbie and Deana build homes for their clients like they hope someone would build a home for them.
February 19th kicks off the Fierce 50 Campaign, a group of 50 top women bloggers–over 50–who are collaborating with brands to crush stereotypes about women and age. I’m excited to be part of this amazing group and want to introduce one of my fellow Fierce 50 women, Annette Findling.
Annette helps women create personalized wealth management strategies that give them financial independence. More than anything, Annette wants women to have choices.
I’ve never really been a scarf girl. I don’t like anything pulling around my neck. Necklaces are fine, but turtlenecks and scarves just bug me… until recently that is. Continue Reading
While unpacking the last wave of boxes from my storage units, I found a letter from my friend, Marjorie. She printed it on thick card stock and brought it to my house when it was my turn to host our girlfriends’ group for dinner. At that point, Marjorie and I had been friends for 20 years.
Marjorie’s been there through the death of my first husband and my second. When she gave me this letter, 14 years ago, I’d been diagnosed with breast cancer the day before.
For years it has been my dream to start a boutique for struggling women, using clothes as a tool for boosting self-esteem and self-worth. A few months ago, my dream came true. Uncommon Threads was born.
It all happened gradually, then quickly. For years, I’ve collected clothing donations to give to my social work clients who are low-income, single moms. It started with a few racks, then the clothes literally took over my office. Before I knew it, the word had spread and social service agencies started contacting me when their clients were in need of clothes. It became clear I needed to start a nonprofit. Continue Reading
This week I was honored to be a speaker and a teacher at the 17th Annual Texas Conference for Women in Austin, Texas. The theme was “The Power of Us: Amplify Your Voice.” There were 7,250 attendees and dozens of speakers—of every age and background—who came together to lift one another up so we can change the world.
Amal Clooney, one of the keynote speakers, is one of the most impressive women I’ve heard speak—I forgot she was a fashion plate, married to George—but it was Linda Cliatt-Wayman who had me in tears and on my feet, cheering.
I have a confession to make. I love The Real Housewives of New York City. While they’ve been derided as everything from anti-feminist to blatantly consumerist, Luann, Bethenny, Sonja, Ramona, Dorinda and Carole are my kind of gals.
How many times a day do you say “I’m sorry?”
I was with a friend recently, and we began discussing how often we take responsibility for things that are really out of our control. “I’m sorry your party was rained out.” “I’m sorry you missed the luncheon today.” “I’m sorry, but I don’t agree.” “I’m sorry you are sick today.” “Sorry about that!” The list goes on and on.
Too often we think we have to make up for things that aren’t just right. In our self-appointed role as manager of the universe, we want to make everyone feel better when things aren’t going well. But why do we think we have to apologize when bad things happen that are totally out of our control? Why do we feel the need to ask for forgiveness just for expressing an opinion?
For me, the lessons of overusing “I’m sorry” are powerful reminders we don’t have to be anything more than who we are. We can release our self-appointed responsibility for every little thing that happens to focus on what really matters.