I admit, I am late to some games, early to others. I guess we all are. But there is a thing I trust with my body, heart, and soul. In fact, I have staked my life on this premise (and have never been misdirected). That the power of my desire, the power of my pussy...

A free woman is a woman who stands in the middle of a thunderstorm of pain and bellows “Bring it on!” to her higher power. A free woman is a woman who grabs her suffering with both hands and rides it like a flying saucer in the snow, down a mountainside. A free woman is...

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...

Who among us has not reached for something with heart, soul, blood, and guts, and ended up trounced, trammeled, and shattered? There is a special spot in my heart reserved for women who give their all, lunge towards their dreams, rush into the unknown with abandon, trust their deepest soul’s yearnings, and shatter into a...

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...

I have always been a pig-headed girl. Always. Sometimes overtly, sometimes subversively. I secretly thought my way was always the best way. I had no tolerance for a certain kind of conformity. I got severely reprimanded for using orange typing paper by my closeted high school English teacher, since the white-out I used was, well...