Dear Girlfriends, Every Saturday morning, Steve and I hop on our bikes for our ten-mile ride around White Rock Lake. The small city lake and her parks are a Dallas treasure. It’s a fabulous place. Lots of trees, picnic areas, running and biking trails, squirrels, ducks, sailboats, and people. Lots of people. People in cars. People on foot. People with …

Dear Girlfriends, I write to you this morning completely overwhelmed. Standing in the middle of my three-ring circus of family, work, and personal pursuits, I have moved from my favorite role of ringmaster (I love being in charge) to the lady riding bareback on the white pony (preparing for a huge client presentation)… while performing a courageous act with the …