Raise your hand if you have a simple, loving, rainbows and butterflies relationship with your bod. And food. And weight. If you’re one of the rare women in this camp – oh my goddess, hallelujah. And if not, I got you. It’s not you, it’s us. It’s one of the byproducts of being born into...

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...

Yo lady. Who are you when it comes to stating your truth? Your deep true truth. Are you a she wolf? Proudly howling your truth out loud? A mad dog? Rage first, talk later? A wolf in sheep’s clothing? Smile on face, secret knife pointed towards the belly? The silence of the lambs? You simply...

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...

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...

A few weeks ago, an incredibly brave woman stood up at my intro class and broke open the room with her vulnerability. She stood there, voice trembling into the microphone. “When I went to the gynecologist, she said my vagina had atrophied. What?!” Bam. Ouch. WTF. Atrophy. Atrophied. We all took a collective deep breath....

It’s a jungle out there, sisters. A jungle, a swamp, a black hole—and just about as comfortable as being stuck in traffic. For many hours. With no GPS. Actually, a real jungle is way more hospitable than the Tinder jungle. At least it’s natural. And the rules makes sense. Yet, one in 10 of us...

After whipping my smoothie together, grabbing my gym stuff, tossing a green juice in my bag, scanning the NYTimes on my iPhone and ordering a latte – to go – it’s only 7:30am. Me, you, and who else? Then there’s my kid, who is vexed because she isn’t sure what to declare her major in,...

When was the last time you took a leap of faith? I mean a real leap of faith. The kind that makes your cells sing. And makes the earth not only shake with you – but applaud you with little trails of generously sprinkled signs that you are on the right track. Where you weep...

I have been reading all of the news about Planned Parenthood and finding the situation very difficult to process. Yes, I am shocked. Yes, outraged. Yes, disgusted, angry, frustrated . . . all of that and more. It is so easy to blame. To name-call. To meet negativity with double-down negativity. But we all know...