I feel like if I put my ear to the ground right now, I would hear a rumbling. Whirring. Crackling. Dull thudding. Microscopic bursting. Spring does not start on the surface. It starts way below, in roots and bulbs and systems of interconnection, architected by the Divine, to awaken, renew, reconsecrate. It does not matter...

Are you living a life that feels like yours? All yours? Is it an expression of what you value? Of what you love? Of who you are? No? Or … not quite sure? Because you’re too busy surviving. And serving. And being responsible. And just getting through. To pay mind to what you want. And...

Good boys. Bad boys. Who’s sexier? Who turns you on the most? Whether you’re attracted to men or women, both, or neither, let’s tell some truth. I don’t know about you, but for much of my life, I have been a crash course missile, heading straight for a “bad boy.” So many of my girlfriends,...

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...

Darling, “How am I supposed to feel turned on and in love with my life, when I spend so much time at a job I hate?” I received this question from a reader recently, and wanted to address it today because I know this sister is not alone in her frustration. Who amongst us hasn’t...

Do you know what it feels like at the precipice of a huge sea change in your life? Ever been there? Are you there right now? If so, then you know, it ain’t always pretty. It’s vulnerable. It’s open. It’s scary. It’s messy. It’s so tempting to give up, throw in the towel, and pretend...

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...