We know this intuitively as small, children; until our peers/family/society drills the message tour head that we are somehow ‘lacking’ and need to alter ourselves/or disguise ourselves/or compete to win/or act less weird/or blend in/ or fix what appears broken/ or fill ourselves up. Continue reading Being Enough
Know you are beautiful. Know you are perfect in your body… flaws, flaws, wrinkles, stray hairs and all! Continue reading The Beauty Contest (a poem of scrolling)
This year I am going to pull my dreams down from the shelf and roll them in my hands like clay. Continue reading Resolutions
Every morning I sit in this space. (Well, most mornings, when I can… sometimes after milks are poured and waffles toasted, jammies pulled over heads and sandwiches wrapped in plastic.) I tuck in around myself and breathe. Continue reading But First, Meditate.
My single friend proclaimed this through her tears the other day. She was reeling from the frustration and grief of waiting, broken-hearted, for days, when her on-again-off-again lover didn’t respond to her text message. Continue reading I want a man who wants to text me back
Moving video honoring the power of womanhood Continue reading To be a Woman
It began as an adolescent: I envied her popularity. I envied the magnificence of her giant bangs. I envied the ease of her flirtation with boys. I envied the way she wore her Z Cavariccis. I envied her athleticism, her tanned skin, her confidence, her status. I looked around at the girls who were my peers and I measured myself against them. In my mind, I always fell short. I turned the negative energy of envy inward, silently berating myself. Continue reading Envy
In our earthly human lives, if we are lucky enough, we will find ourselves in a transformative state much like the pile of soupy goo inside a chrysalis. If we are lucky enough, we will not trudge through our whole existence as a flightless caterpillar. Continue reading The Chrysalis
Dear Humans of the World:
I have one question for you.
What are your dreams? Continue reading One Question: What are your Dreams?
I am not everyone’s cup of tea.I have been known to come off as offensive now and then. I can be a bitch sometimes…I know this (even if I don’t mean to be). I tease too hard. I often talk too much (oh, the verbal diarrhea). At times it seems like I’m trying to hog all the attention. And I definitely drop more F-bombs than the average jane. Continue reading Cups of Tea