Wind and rain have the ability to sculpt rock.
Women of the Wheel are my personal rocks, whose words, actions and intellects serve as lighthouse and tailwind.
Our mentors are trailblazers, blunt sages, exemplars of wit and wisdom. They remind us to take ourselves less seriously, and our dreams more seriously. They invite us to wear life loosely, reminding us that stepping into who we fully are is possible–and vital.
I have assembled just a few of my favorites into a mother umbrella I call Women of the Wheel.
