I have to instill in myself what my parents could not—I have to know that I’m safe, no matter who is in or out of my life.
There are times when I’ve felt like porn was the third party in the relationship. Sometimes it served as the backdrop for what he and I were doing on the main stage. Other times, it was more like a mistress that he felt like he needed to conceal.
Tree limbs reach over the fence, swaying, beckoning, asking why I’m over here on the other side of a man-made barrier. Not woman-made. A woman would not make a defense against all that is natural and wild. She sees herself in the tangled vines and gnarled roots— meeting resistance, growing around it anyway. The trees… Continue reading Meeting Resistance
I remember the seething, white-hot rage I felt inside. I wanted to burn shit down or blow it up and leave a trail of ashes behind me. I had finally connected the dots between a father who was emotionally absent and impossible to please and the men I had attracted into my life. Guess what?… Continue reading Healing the Father Wound: My Journey from Rage to Reconciliation
Can you recall the exact moment when someone stripped you of your voice? How did that one incident affect your self-expression and creativity? What did you do to heal yourself?
She goes by several names…Mary, Miryam, Magdala, Magdalena. I won’t speculate on her origins or elaborate on the Gnostic teachings that describe her as Sophia, the original female principle, the Goddess. Many have already devoted books to the exploration of her mysteries, but I will leave all of that for the scholars to pick apart… Continue reading Service and the Art of Self-Care
I wrote this poem after contemplating how often women deny or suppress their own power because of shame or social conditioning. I believe many, including myself, have felt that we lost our sensual selves along the way somewhere. The truth is that we can't ever lose something so dear, but we can (and do)… Continue reading Hazardous Material
“It is more blessed to give than to receive.” Oh, you learned that verse too well, my sister. That’s what they expect, after all. Be a nurturer, a supporter, a giver. It’s your holy calling. It’s what women do. Give until your creative well is empty, until your back is broken, until you are… Continue reading The Art of Receptivity
When four psychologists studied the phenomenon known as “slut shaming"—defaming a woman for the presumed frequency of her sexual activity—they learned the extent to which women shame each other, often for reasons that actually have little to do with promiscuity. The quote above was excerpted from a longer article published in Psychology Today that snagged my attention. I… Continue reading Four Letter Word Starting with “S”