This letter is for every woman I’ve ever loved, respected, and learned from. But it’s also for anyone who needs to feel seen. You don’t need me to write this letter. You’ve survived worse with less. But I’m writing it anyway, because silence feels like betrayal, and...
I’m a feminist. Not because I hate men. Not because I burn bras or scream into the void. I’m a feminist because I believe, at my core, that everyone deserves the same shot at life, dignity, safety, and opportunity, no matter their gender. Let’s rewind. I’m 53. I was...
Every now and then, in the middle of a scroll or a deadline or a cold cup of coffee, I’ll get hit with this weird, overwhelming clarity. Not about life’s big questions, but about something deceptively small. Like the movement of my own hand. The way I walk. The sound...
That was the line that started writing itself in my head this week. And like so many of the lines that come to me, it didn’t arrive with logic, it arrived with memory. With reflection. With something unresolved. When I was a kid growing up in the 70s and 80s (and...
When I first started in this business, I watched a room full of suits nod along as a “top-tier” brand consultant dropped a five-figure invoice, a four-slide deck, and one shiny line about the client’s “brand essence”, then disappeared like a magician who just sawed a...
