You ask me why I write about love. Why, in this time when we are watching the world spiral, I spend my words recounting the moments I have slid like honey into another’s chest. And I tell you this: I dreamt I was teaching him how to build a fire to heat his cabin....
I firmly believe that one of the most important things we can do in life is to love and be loved. In the opening line of my book, Letters to My Lovers, I share my belief that I count among my greatest successes in life my ability to continuously open to love. Even...
A little over a year ago I posted a video on my TikTok that got a modest amount of outcry. Modest enough to pass the algorithm’s test, but also modest enough to garner the interest of a media company who said they wanted to spread the word about what I was saying. ...
When it comes to healing, the way up isn’t always down. I’m speaking in terms of the nervous system, of course. And I’m speaking to the multitude of teachings that focus on attuning to calm as the definition of healing. What I’m saying is that true nervous system...
I know what surrender looks like. She’s on her knees in response to my direction. But the buzz in my ears tells me she is afraid. I ask her what she feels. A desire to run away, she says. I tell her to stand and move away from my sight. He’s crawling toward me on...
The man vs. bear debate needs one more fighter in the woods: me (and you.) The question has been bouncing around online for some time now. The polls are closed and women have chosen the bear. But I question the question itself, and therefore the integrity of the data....
“I love you” used to be a compliment, now it’s more of a curse. See it in the way we settle for the mechanics. How we take juiceless walks through songs we should slow dance to. Why we tap a thirst trap and still stay thirsty. Our shields are raised. Our arms are...
Love is on the screen again. I swipe away the men like flies who share the secrets of the not-so-fair sex. My eyes linger on the sad poetry that falls from the mouths of the women who have loved and lived to tell the tale. And when someone is brave enough to offer...
You are an erotic being. You will always be an erotic being. Even before you took the form of your thighs, your lips, the inner arc of your elbow, you were the erotic. Yes, that dancing iridescent purple flash above the lovers your parents once were is and always will...
When I say I want you... What I mean to say is that there’s a special tree in a grove of oaks that towers over me on my daily walk. His gaze, like a guardian beast, leaves me breathless. Though I am dressed in wool and leather, under his shadow I am as bare as...
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