Where did you get your heartbreak training? Today, I’m going to tell you a story of where I got mine, and the experience that turned it all on its head (for the better).  But before I do, I have a quick update for you: A few weeks ago, I told you to save the date...

True confessions: I did not have an easy spring this year. Now, as the self-proclaimed Pleasure Queen, I hold myself to a standard. Not so different than yours, I’m sure. And so, like you, I disapprove of myself heartily when my little row row row my boat does not go so gently down the stream....

I have always been a huge fan of the holy. Ever since I was a little girl, it was a hobby of mine to explore places of worship, and try to understand where I fit in, what I believed, what it was all about. Holiness made me feel right at home. Like I belonged. Except...

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...