Sometimes my life feels like an "I Love Lucy" show. You know, where whatever CAN go wrong - WILL! Read More...

The daughter of a country preacher and a strong-minded woman, the Un-Runner was raised to fit in, to do what she was told, and to NEVER make waves. She excelled at it - reveling in the adoring pats that proclaimed her a "good girl". After decades of living, ten years of college, a career that never "fit" and marriage with children - she began asking herself what SHE wanted, what she needed, and what she believed. The answers surprised everyone. Read More...

Born in 1958 in Chicagoland, Jacquie is a mid-westerner at heart. Quick to make new friends and ready to get up and go. Easy to distract with something shiny, pretty, or new, but able to buckle down to get it all done. Read More...

Lisa Ruth was born in Alabama, grew up in Northern Virginia, and now lives in South Florida with her wonderful husband and partner, her amazing 8-year-old son, and their two dogs. She is blessed with supportive parents, two loving sisters, in-laws she actually likes, and very generous, magnificent friends. Read More...

The first born daughter of a former victim of Polio who went on to become a March of Dimes poster child and disability rights activist, and a Father with a PhD in Physics, Heather was introduced early on to an eclectic life. Read More...

Terre Jenkins is an artist and educator with 17 years teaching experience. She is currently the director of the Little Picasso School of Visual Arts in Rockville, Md. While she’s a native Washingtonian, she’s no stranger to navigating her way around the world. Read More...

Last night I dreamed I was transported far into the future,  then given the opportunity to look back and observe my life – to see how my choices affected my destiny. I awoke inspired, motivated to create the destiny I foretold.  I saw a womyn who was not afraid of life, not afraid of taking chances, not afraid of speaking out. A womyn who unabashedly taught her children not only to dream,  but to follow those dreams with every ounce of their being.  To turn a deaf ear on the multitudes of dream-stompers who are forever warning of failure, and ordering all to adhere to the normal, well-traveled path.  A womyn who followed her own advice, and set out to share her talents with the world – even if the world wasn’t always welcoming. A womyn who, on her deathbed, was not haunted by the ghosts of what could-of-been. Who was  not a shriveled mass of unused potential, bitter and nasty. A womyn who, when looking back over a life well lived, smiled, content with her choices. Read More...

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Have you ever walked through the doors of a museum or gallery with anticipation only to feel overwhelmed even drained within the first few minutes? Have you ever wished you knew more about the art you do see? When was the last time you attended a performance and wished you had someone to have a thoughtful discussion with about what you had just seen? Read More...

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I have a lot of words. Jumbled up inside my head, heart and soul. Read More...

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