We all have a story. It’s what we do with the story, how we see it, how we tell it, and how it informs our reality, that matters. Here is mine (a very short version): I was born into a home full of love…and addiction. A home full of fun and dysfunction. A home that felt safe…and at times unsafe.…
Can you remember the first time someone called you the “B” word? I know it probably hurt and the memory may be quite vivid. I can remember…and it was in 6th grade. Yes, I was only 11. So, although I can’t remember the boy’s name, I remember his statement to me and the class: “You are such a sarcastic Bitch.”…
“Wow, I love that name for your company, SheDefined. How did you come up with it.” Well, the story is long, but the outcome is short. The name came from She Redefined. And, I shortened it to SheDefined. The purpose, of course, is to bring awareness to women, that WE decide and WE define our own lives. And how we…