“I’ve got to use my roar,” I wrote recently.

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The kind of roar which gives you chills.
The bigness that propels me forward.

A voice I seldom exhale.

I remember a self defense class in high school. The exercise was to use “No” powerfully as your classmates stalked you into a wall.

I laughed uncomfortable, jesting a “no” until my back was pressed against the wall

—from deep within:


Everyone immediately stopped. Shocked. The instructor. Everyone.

It was a command.

That voice meant business and snapped to attention.

THAT voice, I see needed now.

A voice who speaks Truth. Who shares. Who makes connection.

Feminine Leadership needs a voice. One who speaks for the pack.

A roar.
For change. For love. For justice.