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It doesn’t seem possible I wrote my last post more than a year ago.  Days flew into nights flew into days – clouds casting shadows on the plains, Koyaanisqatsi at full speed, and not a moment wasted.

I learned to dance again, built two new businesses, and broke – kaleidoscopic shards splintered into a million pieces the only evidence of who I’d been.

Putting the pieces back together required some very strong glue.

I have a new book and it will be out soon. It is the scariest, most honest work I’ve done.

In a nutshell, the book is about body image, relationships, diet, health, and sexual assault.

I’ve skirted these issues in the past and failed to add my voice to the feminist chorus. That’s changing now. I have no choice.

I hope you’ll stick around and share your stories. I promise to share mine with you.