Many women arrange their lives around the people they love. Unfortunately, that arrangement takes up most of our days.

Still, I wonder if more women artists, musicians and writers aren’t household names because we don’t have enough faith in our own pursuits to give ourselves the time we desperately need to be transformed by...

only” art seems like a foolish decision. What a loss for the world, though, to have women’s voices silenced because art is our last priority.

Each of us carries a sleeping tiger inside, and we can’t predict when that cat will wake, stretch, and sharpen its claws.

Was it possible to do both, to contribute to the world while merely observing it? To be content in the moment, but plan for the future? Could you follow your heart without losing all common...

The loneliest days are the ones where you keep company with someone you love who can’t hear you.