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,...

A woman who owns her Pu$$y, owns her life. It just cuts like that. Is that a scary thought? A provocative thought? Does it live like truth as you read the words on this screen? Or not? Owning your Pu$$y is a way of saying yes to every single drop of you. Don’t worry. You...

Here was the sitch: It was the day before I was supposed to be leading a live weekend seminar for 2,000 women at the Javits Center in New York City. And Hillary Clinton had just lost the 2016 election. My staff and I were inconsolable. How were we going to deliver this event – and...