Happy, healthy, sexy New Year, my love! I am blowing you kisses from the deep, dark mulch. You know mulch. It’s a heap of decaying leaves or compost. Basically, it’s rotting leaves, rotting garbage. This is why I like it: there is very little responsibility there. You just lie down and let nature take you...

Sistering. It’s a verb that most of us have not considered very much. And yet all of us have been both negatively and positively impacted by the relationships we have with other women. How well have you sistered? Or been sistered? Do you have a deep fear of other women? Or do you long for...

I am shy. Innately. I like running just under the radar. And then, on the other hand…I am on outrageous minx, a wild ball of fire, guzzling attention like it was Hi-test for my engine. (Hmmm…which is my truth, which is my cultural conditioning?) Tell me about you. In your opinion, where do you fall...

I have trouble making peace with myself some days. I might start the day with a whole litany of complaints about me: You don’t do enough activism! You didn’t recycle that plastic bag! You yelled at your boyfriend! You don’t visit your mother enough! You are too self absorbed! You stretch yourself too thin! You...

Sometimes, (ok, maybe all the time…) the truth is hard to hear. From without, or from within. Especially when it runs counter to our thoughts and expectations for ourselves or others. I have been a spoken word rock star, doing live shows for thousands of students, setting pussies free, and turning women on for 21...

As a woman, I have had a troubled relationship with shoes. (Can I hear an amen?) I have been way more step sister than Cinderella. That long, slim, elegant shape that most shoes are designed to fit, in no way resembles the spatula-shaped tootsies that I received from my potato farming, shtetl-dwelling, Eastern European grandparents....

I was at the airport this morning, catching an early flight. Paying for gum and a magazine. There was a long line behind me. I felt myself habitually tighten, and press down on my inner gas pedal. “Hurry Regena! The next person is waiting!!” Noticing the constriction in my chest, I purposely slowed down. Made...

Am I shallow? Maybe. Maybe not. There are things I took for granted, as a woman. I kind of always assumed that when I walked down the street (especially living in NYC) that male heads were going to turn. Comments might be made. I would have to account for that fact in how I dressed,...

I had this incredible experience a couple of weeks ago. I got to totally see myself from the other side. Kind of like that moment in It’s a Wonderful Life when the angel gives George a tour of what life would have been like without him. (If you haven’t seen this movie, you will have...

Everything is truly figureoutable! I am a woman in transition, at the moment. Who else is on board that train? I imagine a LOT of us. Women are ever evolving, ever creating, ever changing. Even if we are stable in one area, there is going to be another part of our lives that requires expansion...