Road to hope
by dena jansen

First off, dear reader, I’d like to give you a pre-confession before you begin reading. I wrote this post in April 2019. My friend edited it. I cleared her notes. And then I sat on it. Just writing about one of my first memorable experiences regarding race and my reckoning with my ignorance made me…

Friend, I want to tell you a story. Back in January, I was heading to my car after the close of Evolve, an annual conference hosted by a women’s entrepreneurs network I am a member of, when one of my friends asked, “Dena, is everything alright; are you okay?” “I’m great. Why would you ask?”…

My question is simple, friend. How the heck are you holding up? If you are anything like me, my answer to that question sounds drastically different depending on the day, or really, the minute. April was a doozy for me. Social distancing and shelter-in-place regulations created a spirit of uncertainty and isolation. Then on top…