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...

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...

There is a part of me that always wants to be in control, and to know I am “right”.  Oh I just love that feeling.  Maybe love is not the right word. It’s more like validated. By my own little inner taskmistress. I give myself a gold star of rightness that is as satisfying as...

So . . . he starts to kiss you in a way that makes you feel like he is a bull and you are a salt lick. But you really like him. So, you say nothing, and just kind of try to hope that one day it improves. Or: Your partner continues to drink too...

There are so many ways for a woman to ‘go for it’. From bold and blazing balls of public fire, like Hillary Clinton or Beyoncé, to quieter but equally powerful ways, like my mama. Many of you know my mom because she has not missed a class weekend in over 12 years. She is the...

Where do you fall on the scale of priorities in your life? Do you put yourself first? Or last? Would you cancel your plans with friends if your boss asked you to work late? Do you invest in yourself? Or give your all to others? Do you know how harmful that is? OK, I admit...

My first response was “I can’t.” It was November 9th, the results of our election were incredibly fresh, and just three days later, I was to lead the Fall session of The Womanly Arts Experience, with 900 women. I felt wallopped. And I thought to myself, “I cannot do this.” I cannot stand powerfully in front...

I was at a dinner party with a gang of gals a couple weeks ago. Several of these women were in the process of raising teenagers. And of course, after a while, our conversation turned to sex. Specifically, the challenges of raising teens in a porn-infused world, where any kid who can use google can...

I draw courage from the stories of women who have courage. I draw strength from learning from women who have overcome the insurmountable. I transmute when I hear of a woman who has remade herself, cellularly. The fire in my belly busted into a wildfire when I heard Annette’s story. And the very same thing...

I never really wanted a dog. I am more of a cat person – the coming, the going, the ignoring you, the keeping-their-distance thing was way more my style. I value independence. But, raising a single child as a single mother in the city that has more single people than families, that has lots of...