Going for my first real office job, I walked into a temp agency and said with full confidence, I can do anything. They did not hand me a corner office. They handed me a room with ten thousand files and stacks of paper. It was not glamorous. It was a mail room. Dusty folders. Paper cuts. Silence. But it was an office. And for a girl who had just walked away from bar life and cash only living, that mail room was a doorway to something bigger. The temp agency paid weekly. They offered free...

One of the hardest things about growing up always on the defense is realizing how much it carries into your future. When you’ve spent...

How to Struggle Well There’s a phrase I’ve heard over and over again: “Struggle well.” It is the heart of a nonprofit my husband is a...