On beginner's mind, asking for help, and what happens when you put down the phone and pay attention. Today my husband and I took the kids to ride the city bus for the first time. Not as tourists on a metro system with color-coded maps and multilingual signage. Not abroad, where public transit is so woven into daily life that even a newcomer can follow the rhythm of it. Here. In our own city. A mostly empty bus on a Friday, and four people who had no idea what they were doing.

Women's History Month has me thinking about something we don't talk about enough: The moment when everything changes and you must decide who you are without the title. My story didn’t start in the boardroom. It started in a doorway. I grew up with privilege. My father was a doctor in Peru, a respected leader in his field. Our life was full: good schools, a tight family, a foundation many people spend their whole careers trying to build. I was thirteen years old and we left ev