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January 14, 2014

Darling, I ran into a girlhood friend, Carol. We had not seen one another in more than 40 years. She has a quiet life in the country, married to her childhood sweetheart, and working as a high school guidance counsellor, in Vermont. In the last year, she and her husband separated, she battled diabetes, lost...

January 07, 2014

Darling, How many new year’s resolutions did you write down this year? (Don’t roll your eyes at me, Miss Missy!!) And how many of those resolutions have been on your list for quite some time – years, even? (Big group sigh.) What is it that happens to a resolution – that it stays unresolved? What...

December 17, 2013

Darling, Yes, it’s true. I was having a ‘man’ freak-out. It was a small thing. But not small to me. I had the great foolishness to develop a massive crush on a guy from a dating site, who I had never met, but who sent me a poem. Two poems, actually. (Do I emanate ‘send...

December 10, 2013

Darling, Let’s say you were making a drawing of yourself. And it was a drawing of how much you listened to your head, versus your body. What would the drawing look like? Would it be a giant head with a tiny body attached? Or a giant body with a tiny head? Like most women, I...

December 03, 2013

There is no worse word for a woman than stuck. We can handle pain.  We can handle loss.  We can handle chaos. There is a beginning, middle and end to those experiences. But stuck feels like slow asphyxiation. Like solitary confinement. Trapped with no oxygen, no windows, and no understanding of how to get out....

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November 26, 2013

Darling, Gratitude is Water. A lazy river, a lake, a pool, inside, that never empties. Any moment I remember, she rises, ready for me to dip my cup. Dipping my cup replenishes hers. Friday is my day at the barn. I gotta hit the 9am Hampton Jitney, or all is lost. It was raining Friday...

November 19, 2013

Darling, I am still drenched, saturated, steeped in the beauty, power, and cell-changing energy that we created in Miami. No kidding, Sisters. It was Nuclear. Fission. That’s what we were doing all weekend. Live alchemy. Which gets amplified in the most astonishing way when we come together as a community to kneel, together, at the...

November 12, 2013

Darling, I’m writing to you from Miami, as I’m about to board a plane back to NYC. What’s spinning through my head? “Through the Eyes of Love” by Melissa Manchester. “I Had the Time of My Life” from Dirty Dancing. The Sentimental Saccharine Geek has taken over my soul. I have been weeping with gratitude...

November 05, 2013

Darling, Has anyone ever told you to just get out there and FEEL? FEEL loudly? WEEP uncontrollably? RAGE like an angry lioness? HOWL like a bitch in heat? Cry MORE? SCREAM your head off? What women have been trained, taught and conditioned, their whole lives, is to turn down the volume and velocity of their...

October 29, 2013

Darling, Look around. Everything is dying here in the Northeast. The grass is brown. The leaves are throwing one last party, exploding with color, before they fall, die, and dry up. Every year: death. Birth, life, death. I have always had a preference for the first two. Birth is so beautiful. Life – so exciting....

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