Want to play a game with me? It’s not an easy game. It has two parts. You are not going to like it at first. But then, you will find freedom beyond your wildest dreams. You in? See, I know a thing or two about women. Our sense of our own beauty is wobbly AF....

Right now, I am in a huge period of reinvention. Perhaps you are too. Actually, I think there is a way that women are always in the process of creating, shedding, and then remaking our lives. And there is a powerful secret that I want to share with you about how I get it all...

I have to admit. While I am loving, and sexy, and brilliant, and funny…sometimes, I can be a castrating bitch* to the man I love. (*Castrating bitch: a woman who can become relentlessly and subversively mean/nasty to her partner, disapproving of him (or her) for not ever getting it ‘right’. Meanwhile, said partner is clueless...

We all know women who are turned on. And we all know women who are turned off. How can we tell? Well, when you look at her, you feel her. You can sense her innate aliveness. Or not… Which woman are you? There is a sense of engagement, when a woman is turned on. And...

What would the girl you were, think of the woman you have become? Let’s take a moment and survey together. It is so important to spend time reclaiming the turf we have carved, in this life. Because sisters, we have carved. And most of us are so accustomed to galloping ahead to the next moment...

Every day is a challenge. Not just for me, but for every woman. How do we stay plugged into our source energy? How do we connect with our power in a world that seems designed to disempower us? How do we choose ourselves, and our magnificence, over and over again? Especially if we, perhaps, have...

Sistering. It’s a verb that most of us have not considered very much. And yet all of us have been both negatively and positively impacted by the relationships we have with other women. How well have you sistered? Or been sistered? Do you have a deep fear of other women? Or do you long for...

I have trouble making peace with myself some days. I might start the day with a whole litany of complaints about me: You don’t do enough activism! You didn’t recycle that plastic bag! You yelled at your boyfriend! You don’t visit your mother enough! You are too self absorbed! You stretch yourself too thin! You...

Sometimes, (ok, maybe all the time…) the truth is hard to hear. From without, or from within. Especially when it runs counter to our thoughts and expectations for ourselves or others. I have been a spoken word rock star, doing live shows for thousands of students, setting pussies free, and turning women on for 21...

Am I shallow? Maybe. Maybe not. There are things I took for granted, as a woman. I kind of always assumed that when I walked down the street (especially living in NYC) that male heads were going to turn. Comments might be made. I would have to account for that fact in how I dressed,...