Artificial intelligence is a tool — it cannot be expected to human as well as humans can. Photo by CoWomen on Unsplash I’ve had two recent AI nightmare encounters I want to share to prevent you from making a mistake that could cost your business connections with your ideal clients…

Maybe we need to burn the corporate ladder to the ground and build our own staircase — Recently, I sat in a room of 400 powerful, accomplished women. The panel discussion on stage centered around what qualities people must possess to make it to “the top.” Toward the end of the discussion, a woman from the crowd asked a question I know many were thinking. “What advice…

We were both victims of patriarchal notions. — On a recent evening, I decided to make the ticker visual. Every woman who is a wife and mother (or has mild to severe anxiety) knows precisely what I mean when I say ticker. Most cis-hetero men are scratching their heads. That’s okay — Hubby did too. The ticker is…

No decision is permanent, and quitting isn’t a failure — When I started to despise going to work on Monday mornings, I knew I needed to make a change. As a teacher, I didn’t hate the interactions with students or even the planning lessons for them. I hated the bureaucratic system I’d become complicit in upholding. This system promised to…

Shame damages female potential, it’s time to get rid of it — “Mama, I love your stripes. Where did you get them?” My three-year-old daughter traces my stretch marks with her tiny finger during our yoga session. “They showed up when my belly stretched to hold a baby.” “Oh, I can’t wait to have mama stripes too! But, I will not have…

Lila has a plan to make her boyfriend pay, but sometimes plans change — She made it onto the train just as the doors whooshed shut. Ben nearly made her late again, insisting that she stay and finish the fight. That was the last time he’d block the door so she couldn’t leave the apartment. There wasn’t anything there she wanted anyway, anything that…

But affording alternative therapies is a barrier to most — Early-season snowfall covered my windshield as I sat in my decade-old minivan, the motor humming loudly. I needed to drive home, but tears clouded my vision, combining with the large, wet flakes splattering against the glass to distort the world. …

I stopped wearing busy like a badge of honor, and I’m never going back. — “How are you?” my coworker asks, walking into the basement closet that serves as an office for a meeting. “Oh, ugh,” I look up from my computer, “I’m so busy.” “Me too,” she launches into an explanation of all the ways her time is soaked up. I respond with more…

Our children learn from us so I need to be careful what story I’m telling — Tiny Human’s feet — translucent skin, blue veins, little toes — splash in the water as we shower, “Mama, when I grow up, do I have to shave my legs too?” her eyes follow the razor over the curve of my shin. I pause, mid-stroke, shifting my gaze, so my…