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...

It’s hard to see our beauty, sometimes. Impossible, at other times. But there are two things I know for sure: 1.  I have never met a woman who wasn’t beautiful. 2.  I have never met a woman who actually knew how beautiful she was. Because beauty isn’t about hip-to-waist-to-breast proportions.  It’s not about facial symmetry...

If I were to put my finger on your beauty pulse, what would it read? I know that mine runs the gamut, day in and day out. Sometimes I find myself to be an utterly delicious confection, and other days I am rummaging through the back of my psychic closet to find something, anything, to...

Ready for a quick temperature read? I want to know – How’s your sexy doin’ these days? Is she checked in? Or checked out? As I was paging through my notes in preparation for The Womanly Arts Experience (our introductory weekend course, which is coming up in just two weeks, and is almost full!) I...

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...

Darling, “How am I supposed to feel turned on and in love with my life, when I spend so much time at a job I hate?” I received this question from a reader recently, and wanted to address it today because I know this sister is not alone in her frustration. Who amongst us hasn’t...

What does it mean to be a success? In your own eyes? How do you know when enough is enough?  A couple months ago, I was watching the news when Hillary Clinton stumbled as she left the 9/11 memorial, because she had walking pneumonia.  It reminded me of the story in Arianna Huffington’s book about...

Oh, sisters, mine. I have been pawing the ground like a racehorse. Pacing back and forth in the wings, for a dozen years, waiting for this moment. My brand new book, Pussy: A Reclamation is hitting bookstores everywhere, today. Right now. This book has been burning inside of me for so long, waiting for the...

Back in the day, when I was just figuring out how to spread my School of Womanly Arts wings, I held my very first classes in my living room. These were tiny workshops with a few handfuls of women that I taught out of my brownstone apartment on the Upper West Side, after I tucked...

So, last night, my friend Cathy and I had dinner. I noticed that she had a different hair style – she had highlights and it looked just great. When I complimented her, she said, “Oh no, it looks awful, and I am wearing it pinned back so you can’t see my grey.” I insisted it...