Reading headlines makes me feel things.  Grief. Rage. Despair. Genocide is happening in our lifetime. Parents are watching their children die of starvation. Sexual predators win political office. Elephants are being hunted to extinction for ivory. Boys are being shot dead because of their color. Girls are being abducted and trafficked.  I don’t have to...

Since my New York Times bestselling book, Pussy: A Reclamation, came out last September, the world has been changing rapidly. The week after the book was published, Trump was caught on tape with Billy Bush of Access Hollywood, with his “grab her by the p—y” statement.   Instantly, Pussy went from obscurity, to the front pages...

So, last year, I was invited to a big fun happy Thanksgiving dinner, with family and friends. This year I am going over to make dinner for my mom, with a friend. There will be just 3 of us. Tiny and trueblue.   Thanksgiving. In my lifetime, I have had Thanksgivings alone. Thanksgivings that seemed...

In the final part of this series, today we’re going to dive into what I consider the layer that makes everything else work. How we stay sane despite all the curveballs life throws your way.   Sisterhood. The truth is that women need women.  My day doesn’t start until I connect on the phone with...

As you more than likely know, I refuse to play small or be put in a traditional box. Shrinking, dialing down, keeping a lid on it just don’t work for me. Truth be told, I don’t believe they work for any woman. And especially if you found your way to my blog, I know –...

I’m back with Part 2 of my 4-part series on how to live an extraordinary life as a woman. Last week, we cracked open the topic of emotions. Today, I want to go farther. Because awareness and insight will only get you so far.  Feelings and emotions are not – and cannot be – a...

Oh, I am so deeply filled, thrilled and inspired. I just got back from an incredible week-long retreat with my advanced students in the Creation Course. It was so moving for me to take a wholehearted dive with this extraordinary group of women. It’s what I live for. Truly.   On the heels of all...

If we are lucky, blessed and showered with unbelievable and unasked-for magnificent grace – life is long. And the experiences we have are varied, multifaceted, and scampering all over the spectrum from shitty-as-fuck, to earth-shakingly ecstatic. (I am especially thinking of our brothers and sisters and animal friends in Puerto Rico, Mexico, and the Caribbean...

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?...

There is a part of me that always wants to be in control, and to know I am “right”.  Oh I just love that feeling.  Maybe love is not the right word. It’s more like validated. By my own little inner taskmistress. I give myself a gold star of rightness that is as satisfying as...