Megan’s Blog

We sit in my living room with pages of state health guidelines, poster paper, dry erase boards and markers, sticky notes and pens. Brooke Fraser plays in the background, calendar pages in the foreground, our minds competing at a gymnastics meet – spinning and flipping and twirling and dizzy.    It’s late August.  We have…

To the Women Who Raised Us: We wouldn’t be us without you.  We wouldn’t be the leaders and the shakers and the movers and the doers had we not been seated in the front row to your leading and shaking and moving and doing. We have watched you, tirelessly, navigate a world that is so…