Ah, sweet July! Summer is in full swing. There's a young man working in the garden. He's listening to some hillbilly grass; frailing banjos and droning fiddles; distinct and mesmerizing.  The combination of the music, the weather and the all around feeling good activa...

 A snapshot from 40 years ago: My sister and I are staying with my Mom’s best friend- we call her ‘Aunt Tiny’ because she’s well…tiny. We're staying there because the house my family had been renting burned down a few weeks earlier on the day after Thanksgiving (also m...

I was twelve years old and living on Long Island when Pink Floyd released The Wall. The single Another Brick in The Wall was all over the radio waves and it seemed like everybody was singing along. However, I wasn't properly introduced to the full album until...

It was 2007. I had just begun my inner travels as a student of the Consciousness Studies program at Goddard College. I was stirring up all sorts of psycho-sludge from the bottom of my restless, ever questioning soul and I had this dream:

I’m alone in my room at Goddard....

The drive out to Western New York from Saratoga Springs isn't too bad. Michael, my loving partner who offered to accompany me for what we both knew would be an emotional visit with my father, did all the driving. My energy was low due to a long winded bout with kidney...

When I arrived home after the visit that changed everything, I was determined to convince my sister (whose sadness around my father had hardened to hatred by this time) that our father was awesome. When I think now of how it must have hurt my mother to see me so excite...

My parents marriage had dissolved by the time I was 2 years old.  While, my sister (my senior by 16 months) remembers the split, I have no conscious recollection of ever seeing my parents together as a couple. In fact, I never really knew by Dad until I was 13. However...

(This is a true story. I have changed the names of the women out of respect for them and the confidential nature of the program we were enrolled in) 

It was the second weekend intensive of the School of Womanly Arts. The morning session focused on ‘Swamping’; an ac...

This past weekend I graduated from the Mastery program of The School of Womanly Arts taught by Regena Thomashauer (aka Mama Gena) author of several books including her latest New York Times bestseller: Pussy- A Reclamation. Yes, you read right. The program took place o...

September 23, 2018

Warning: This blog contains adult language and strong opinions.

The following morning brought a bit of concern. Who had so rudely trespassed on our safe space in the night? We held our morning council and determined that realistically, there was nothing we could do and...

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