A free woman is a woman who stands in the middle of a thunderstorm of pain, and bellows “Bring it on!” to her higher power. A free woman is a woman who grabs her suffering with both hands and rides it like a flying saucer in the snow, down a mountainside. A free woman is...

Who are you when it comes to stating your truth? Your deepest, truest truth.   Are you a she-wolf? Proudly howling your truth at the moon? A mad dog? Who rages first, and talks later? A wolf in sheep’s clothing? With a smile on your face, and a secret dagger pointed at the world? Or...

I got what I wanted. Exactly what I longed for. At the precise moment that I wanted it. Wow. Life is amazing. I am amazing. Now let’s get real: Who has ever had the opportunity to say those words?   Not too many of us, I bet. Seems like desires are somewhat more mysterious than that....

Darlings,   Like every single one of us, I work hard. And I know you do, too. Maybe even beyond hard.   I wanted to take you behind the scenes a bit, to give you a peek into my personal pleasure practices. How do I make sure the magic happens?   I want to show...

Do you ever have the thought: Am I crazy? I know I do.   Yesterday, when I was standing on top of my desk, in my black leather jacket, singing every word to “Thunder Road” and playing air guitar, and the UPS guy walked in, I had that thought.     But, when I looked over...

For the first time in years, I’m planning to take some time off this summer (yay!!).   In preparation for my departure, I was reviewing some of our most popular blogs from the past decade, and this one popped up – bringing a flood of memories with it.  Would you believe that I wrote this the...

I have a question for you. Today is happening. Train has left the station. So, what have you done so far today that makes you feel lit up? Happy? Beautiful? Sexy? ALIVE? What have you done to please yourself today? I want to know. So many women I ask, can’t answer this question. Maybe you...

You know that sound a faucet makes when it’s running out of water – that gaspy, wheezy, death-rattle sound?  I can hear it right now as I type this. (Hmm…maybe it’s coming from me???) That is certainly a common feeling for women. Rung out, run dry, over-used, depleted. Our emotional, physical, and creative taps are...

Brag? Really, Regena? Today of all days? Are you freaking kidding me? Yes, I know. I know. It feels impossible. America is waging war on itself. There have been 45 mass shootings in the last month. And as my friend Sarah Jones says, “We are too compromised by our own white supremicist capitalism to call...

Last night, I had dinner with my friend Cathy. I noticed that she was wearing her hair differently. It was swept back with visible highlights, and it looked stunning.  When I offered her a compliment, she was quick to wave it off, saying, “Oh no, Regena, it looks awful. I’m only wearing it pinned back...

Last week was a dream come true! I had the privilege and pleasure of interviewing Leymah Gbowee – a Nobel Peace Laureate and personal heroine of mine – about her revolutionary activism in Liberia.  Together, we sat down to discuss Leymah’s backstory as an advocate, change-maker, and spokeswoman for peace. Raised by progressive parents and...

Today I want to talk about the third of our three D’s. Brace yourself – this is a big one, sisters.  The mother of all D’s, the root of a woman’s paralysis, and the very reason I created the School of Womanly Arts in the first place – Devastation. (To find out how I got...

Today we are going to continue our discussion of the triple D’s. Doubt, Depression, and Devastation. The three most common reasons women find themselves stuck.  For years, I was the poster child for each and every D. I suffered from constant Doubt (watch yesterday’s video for more context), and Depression followed closely on its heels. ...

Last week, I wrote a blog about the three D’s. You might remember them – that dreaded trifecta of Doubt, Depression, and Devastation that seems to trip every woman up at some point in her journey. And I want to know, which one – if any – are you? Personally, I consider myself a recovering...

What stops you, when you stop? It happens to every single one of us. We have a desire, a longing, a dream. Something or someone we want with every fiber of our being. And whether we’re in hot pursuit, or merely day-dreaming…we hit roadblocks. We get stopped along the way. It just happens. Sometimes we...

Sisterhood is an expansive, sometimes illusive word. It can sound sentimental to the untrained, over-conditioned ear. Perhaps that word is riddled with real life hurts and disappointments, accumulated over the years.   If we have not felt true sisterhood – and many of us haven’t – there is something fantastical, taboo, maybe even mythical about the...

How are you? It’s the simplest of questions. A typical greeting. A form of “hello”. But if you’re anything like me – raw, shaken, uplifted, forever changed, grief and gratitude-soaked after an unprecedented year – that question has felt heavier lately, more loaded. It was almost a year ago now, that I was diagnosed with...

Do you know how to feed your feminine? What does she like? Dislike? What fuels her? Dries her up? What has her relax, turn on, unwind, feel the feels, connect to her higher power, embody her emotions, and most importantly…trust? The word ‘feed’ is from the Old English fedan, which means “to nourish, give food...

First of all, I loved everything about the inauguration. I replay those fireworks, that song, the Biden/Biden hug, those bright hopeful coats, the dancing flags, our gleaming, reclaimed Capitol building – over and over in my imagination.   I love that our President reveres his wife, and that there is mutual respect and regard between them....

Who are we? We are a community. A community who welcomes all women. Women of every race, religion, sexual orientation, and divergent background. Women who are open minded, curious, courageous, and willing to defy convention to stand for a higher truth.   We are women who champion other women – joining together in feminine connection,...

Can you feel it? That blizzard of uncertainty?   How the f*ck do we holiday in a pandemic with no reliable tracks to follow? Do we break out of our homes, and risk gathering? Or stay indoors and isolate?   I hosted a Q/A on Zoom a couple weeks back for roughly 100 women, and I was...

My mom’s fiance died of Covid on Saturday. The man with whom she sang showtunes, read the New York Times cover to cover, shared meals, spent her days. They have been inseparable for eight long years. It all started a year after his first wife died. My mom, a woman who had been a faithful...

It’s the week after Thanksgiving. We are rounding the bend, slogging towards Christmas with our masks firmly in place. At this point, there is not one of us whose lives have not been impacted directly or indirectly by the pandemic and its fallout. Add in economic losses, school closures, the election, reckoning with racial injustice,...