I wasn’t attending the training — I was working at it. But even from the sidelines, what I heard and absorbed changed everything. The lessons on self-awareness, leadership, and communication didn’t just stay in the workshop. They followed me home, cracked open truths I had been avoiding, and ultimately gave me the courage to walk away from a life that was no longer mine.

Alice Feeney’s Good Bad Girl caught me off guard. On the surface, it’s a mystery thriller. But in its layers, it’s about mothers and daughters, absence and presence, and how love and hurt often sit side by side. 💭

I wore masks long before I ever stepped on stage. They were invisible, yet heavy. I learned to smile, keep the story moving, and hit my...

I wasn’t one of those girls who grew up confident. Not in how I looked, and definitely not in how I thought.   There were signs —...