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By Corinne Korytkowski Knowing When It’s Time For A Change

Everyone has their own thresholds, rock bottoms or breaking points. These are the moments in our lives when we realize that we simply can’t keep going the way we have been. I reached a pivotal one in my late 20’s. Looking back now I…



By Sarah Johnson Where Does Time Go?

Can I freeze time, please. Time has been on the fast track since I had my daughter almost eight years ago, but my mind can’t seem to accept that we’re in the twenty-tens. I do a double-take anytime I’m reminded of the date.  …


By Sara Tirmizi A Letter To Depression

Dear Depression, It’s been a long fight hasn’t it? I still remember the first time you came. You didn’t saunter in. You didn’t even announce your presence. I had my back turned towards the door, I was looking out the window-trying to find the…


By Joanna Krotz How Women Today Can Find Parity And Purpose

From Being Equal Doesn’t Mean Being the Same: Starting a business is killer hard and frequently all-consuming. Yet it’s been attracting women at all levels, in every location and in greater numbers than at any time in history. Far from being Plan B for…


By The Purple Fig What Mama Didn’t Tell Us….about HORMONES

Details: WHEN Wednesday November 18th, 2015 6:30 – 10:30 pm WHERE Gallery 345, 345 Sorauren Ave WHAT What Mama Didn’t Tell Us is an intimate uncensored cocktail Q&A evening taking place on Wednesday November 18, 2015 from 6:30 pm – 10:30 pm. Think wine,…


By The Purple Fig Popsicles In The Morning?

This past summer it was all about free play, hanging in the yard and popsicles in the morning for my kids. Each time we’d arrive at the park with the stroller stocked with Hulks, soccer balls and gobs of wipes, my two sons would…


By The Purple Fig Start Playing With Your Food

When I was a little girl I would take strands of spaghetti and create a blonde wig on top of a meatball. I would even go so far as attempting to braid Mrs. Meatball to give her a rather mid evil peasant vibe. I’d immerse myself into…