Has anyone ever told you to just get out there and FEEL? FEEL loudly? WEEP uncontrollably? RAGE like an angry lioness? HOWL like a bitch in heat? Cry MORE? SCREAM your head off? What women have been trained, taught and conditioned, their whole lives, is to turn down the volume and velocity of their emotions...

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....

There is a part of creation that hurts. That could seem humiliating. Or embarrassing.   Creation is … chaotic. Feminine. Co-operating with forces, more than rules. Raw. Risky. Fueled by passion. Making no sense, sometimes. Choosing into a living, breathing truth that may be utterly unrecognizable to others.   I had my ass blown every-which-way-wide open...

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 am sure you have noticed. Babies cry every single day. Sometimes briefly, sometimes inconsolably. They also laugh every day. Not to mention wriggle, crawl, bounce and flap. And they move smoothly from emotion to emotion: wailing, then settling back to a set point of happiness pretty easily. Nothing like a woman. Women are encouraged...

Darling, I’m writing to you from Miami, as I’m about to board a plane back to NYC. What’s spinning through my head? “Through the Eyes of Love” by Melissa Manchester. “I Had the Time of My Life” from Dirty Dancing. The Sentimental Saccharine Geek has taken over my soul. I have been weeping with gratitude...

Darling, Has anyone ever told you to just get out there and FEEL? FEEL loudly? WEEP uncontrollably? RAGE like an angry lioness? HOWL like a bitch in heat? Cry MORE? SCREAM your head off? What women have been trained, taught and conditioned, their whole lives, is to turn down the volume and velocity of their...

Darling, Look around. Everything is dying here in the Northeast. The grass is brown. The leaves are throwing one last party, exploding with color, before they fall, die, and dry up. Every year: death. Birth, life, death. I have always had a preference for the first two. Birth is so beautiful. Life – so exciting....