
Happy Birthday Rosa Parks. May your courage continue to be an inspiration to all of us.
Honest, brave description of a bout with depression.
And chances are that many of your friends, family and coworkers are dealing with things like this. Things that are killing them a little inside. Things that kill people who don’t get help. Silent, bloody battles that end with secret victors who can’t celebrate without shame. I hope that this post changes this somehow. I hope that you feel safe enough to be honest about the things you are the most ashamed of. I hope you have someone there telling you “It’s okay. You’re still the same person to me.”
All the big names, and some others who I’ll start paying attention to now…
Amanpour, Maddow, Sawyer, Couric, Huffington, Steinem, and some of the awesome NPR girls.
This woman is resilient, spunky, smart! The interview and footage of Gabby’s recovery made me cry. The overwhelming feeling of the video is inspiration: to be an amazing woman, to make an amazing marriage like the Giffords have, to be grateful, to be brave.

I have always secretly wanted to stand on a stage and make people laugh. But I was more comfortable avoiding ever having to find out if it was something I could actually do. It’s so much easier to just imagine yourself headlining at The Laugh Factory than to take the first small step towards actually making that happen. And now that I did it and refrained from laying down on the stage and crying in a fetal position, which was what I feared I might do, now I feel like I could do anything. It might sound cliche, but it’s absolutely true. I feel like ten pounds have been lifted off my chest. The only difference between you and the people you admire is that they chose to make those first steps towards their dream. They put themselves out there.