I am a daughter, a sister, a wife and a mother. I am a friend of women and I am their advocate.

I was born in 1968, just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.

Though my parents assured me over and over again that I wasn't stupid or slow, I sensed that my dyslexia was now a stigma on all of us.

When I consider the deeper meaning of yoga, I realize it's about a lot more than simply performing a variety of postures on a mat.

Exposing any subject that is unpleasant or controversial means risking judgment and making some people feel uncomfortable.

I grew up on antibiotics. Every ailment - sore throats, earaches, flus - warranted a trip to the doctor and in most cases some kind of prescription.

I've learned to surround myself with women who lift me up and leave me feeling nurtured rather than drained.