Sunday was a gorgeous day! My youngest and I decided to head outside. While he rode his bike around with friends, I chatted with some neighbors. I got a little distracted as I glanced down the street and noticed how gorgeous the trees were, showing off their vibrant colors. My neighbor then mentioned that the time changes next week and I whipped my head around! “Crap!” Was the first thought that came to mind. Leaving home when it’s dark and coming home in the dark! So no

(a peek inside a couple’s therapy session) Wife: Why don’t you love me anymore? Husband: What do you mean? I do love you! Wife: Well I can't tell. Husband: What are you talking about?! I don’t hang in the streets with my friends and I’m home every evening after work. During the weekends I hang out with the kids so you can get stuff done. I work hard to make sure that you and the kids are taken care of financially. Wife: I know you do and I appreciate that. But we don

When I decided to develop S.T.E.P., the first thing I did was tell my sister circle. They immediately surrounded me with love and support and helped me to brainstorm ideas. When I was in the process of preparing for my first Vision Board Workshop, they were at my kitchen table helping me set up the magazines and favors. But it could have gone the other way. Some women are isolated and alone, without anyone to turn to for support. Some women are not in a healthy relationship

Empowerment is defined as becoming stronger and more confident, especially in controlling your life and claiming your rights. Yes, you read that correctly! Claiming your rights! You have a RIGHT to receive love that is free from emotional and physical pain. You have a RIGHT to ask and receive those things which will grow you personally, spiritually, and professionally. You have a RIGHT to stand strong in your values and beliefs. If we have all of these rights, why do we as w

“As it turns out, I’m a very typical domestic abuse victim … Why did I stay? The answer is easy. I didn’t know he was abusing me. Even though he held those loaded guns to my head, pushed me downstairs, threatened to kill our dog, pulled the key out of the car ignition as I drove down the highway, poured coffee grinds on my head as I dressed for a job interview, I never once thought of myself as a battered wife. Instead, I was a very strong woman in love with a deeply troubled