Do you ever forget yourself? Put differently, do you ever forget your capacity for greatness, for self-expression, for being a valuable member of your chosen community? Do you forget yourself as an artist? A thinker? A creator of new ways? If your memory is a little...
The greatest acts of self-love take the form of holding dear the parts of us we would rather not admit exist, much less look at with kind eyes. Yes, falling in love with what we think of as our most shameful, horrific parts is exactly the spell needed to break the hex...
I pray for you every night in the way of the old religion. By which I mean I slip into your bedroom window just after you’ve fallen asleep. I sidle up to your resting form and lay my hand on your arm. You are steady, heavy, almost peaceful (if you can believe that)....
What if everything you know about the story of Medusa is wrong? You know that she turns men to stone. You may know that Perseus the great hero killed her and used her head as a weapon to gain his glory. If you’re really up on the story, you might even know that...
I need to clear something up: I am a witch. I’ve secretly known this since childhood -- I used to silently cheer on the crone with the green face (I mean, that girl dropped a house on her sister and stole her best shoes). But I had no one to share this hidden truth...
My kitchen sink was once the site of my greatest sorrow, but is now home of my redemption. As the evening fills the sky outside, I am often standing in front of a sink full of dishes and a messy house, counting down the minutes until I can do an hour or two of leisure...
This is an ode to angry women. If your goal is to keep things as they have been then by all means, be sweet. Give up your needs, practice your best vacant look, and get ready to swallow a thousand razor sharp words when their hand starts creeping up your skirt. But if...
(audio version below) I once had a conversation with a woman who had spent 15 years as a sex worker. She was the one whom men came to when they could not go to anyone else. You may not think of it like this, but she called her profession therapy. I could have asked...
There is a body signal that some adults send out when they meet my daughter. The only word to describe it is intimidation. Yes, my daughter is five, and she intimidates grownups. It’s not just my daughter. If you were to put these intimidated adults into any room with...
I just finished a marathon afternoon of play with my four-year-old daughter, Leonie. It sounds easy, but as any mama knows, play is hard work. The reason we parents are so exhausted at the end of the day is not just because we are doing the dishes and cooking and...
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Turn your greatest pain into your most powerful strength
Transform the story of your sexual self
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40