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Dear Boobies- Remember when the 6th grade girls started wearing bras, and even though I was just in 4th grade I reeeeally wanted one, too.  I remember it so clearly.  I had to have one.  These girls were so cool and the boys liked them.  I was as flat as flat could be but I...

Breast cancer at age 36 was my lemon. Helping to ensure that even those without the financial means get the proper screening to detect breast cancer is my passion and my lemonade. There’s this need and this desire to make every single day count now. I used to say…...

An accidental traumatic brain injury after being “choked out” during training by a MMA fighter was my lemon.  Left in a coma, I lost the ability to do nearly all basic functions.  Helping other TBI sufferers who may not have the financial means to fully recover through my new...

I CAN’T MAKE YOUR MISTAKES FOR YOU. He said: “I can’t make your mistakes for you.” I was fifteen, fifteen and a half, maybe, almost sixteen years old, and I was leaving home. I was all packed and ready. He drove me to Kennedy Airport where he would put me on a plane that...

Being diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer at age 34, in the midst of an economic recession that closed my small business and deflated my home’s value overnight were my lemons. I found myself where most people did in Fall of 2008: Not Where I Thought I’d Be.  Choosing to live a...

Enduring sexual assault while in the U.S. Air Force, homelessness and food insecurity were my lemons. Economic empowerment as a Spoken Word Artist and a yoga instructor is my lemonade. How did I turn Lemons into Lemonade: When I was asked that question by friend dear friend Amy...

Sexual abuse and human trafficking were my lemons. Becoming an advocate, speaker and voice for other victims while instituting changes in legislation is my lemonade. At eighteen-years-old, an evil sociopath in Miami Beach kept me chained up to a column in his house for a year...

[Aimee wouldn’t likely say her amputation was the lemon she was dealt, as she has proved time and time again, nothing can stop her.  Many would agree, however, that becoming a world-class competitive runner and a commodity on the high fashion catwalks was clearly h...

  My “lemon” was infertility.  My “lemonade” was discovering my life’s mission by starting SPOON Foundation transform nutrition and care for children in orphanages and foster care, and for children with disabilities, worldwide. I’m a girl who grew up knowing that I wanted to...

My lemon was a failed relationship.  My first love.  My lemonade was having my eyes and heart opened to finally recognize the “right” woman for me, which led to a wonderful marriage. When I was 27 I was in a relationship with a girl that I thought was “the one”.  From...