How many times a day do we guess, then second guess, then third guess, fourth guess, fifth guess ourselves? And when we are not playing second-guessing games, how many of us play equally dangerous games of self-criticism and self-attack? And what does all that guessing do to a woman’s fragrant, vibrant, delicious, intuitive, poetic soul?...

Here’s the truth: I was an absolute brat to my kid yesterday. It was not my shiniest moment. My kid’s in the middle of midterms. And I criticized her on her way to her math exam. And then, she criticized me for criticizing her. Ba-bam. Later that day, I found myself being bratty with my...