Our errors and failings are chinks in the heart's armor through which our true colors can shine.

It's like you trade the virility of the body for the agility of the spirirt.

I'm very much a family person, and that's always my first priority.

We have little control over the outer weather patterns as we make our way through the landscape of a life. But we can become masters of the inner landscape. We can use what happens on the outside to change the way we function on the inside.

But grief is also a tonic. It is a healing elixir, made of tears that lubricate the heart.

Each one of us regardless of our situation, is in our search of our most authentic, vital, generous and wise self.

When women hear each other's stories, told from the heart, it gives us inspiration to keep on going.