Love Yourself. These words are emblazoned across a pyjama shirt I bought recently. I love it, and I hate it, and I would never wear it in public. I’ve been told, insistently, all too many times by friends and by sunbeam-lit Instagram posts, to...
Let me tell you a little-known story about me. When I was in my early teens, I watched the movie Forrest Gump. I watched it just once or twice, maybe, but it left an indelible impression on me. I chuckle, a little, that a somewhat bizarre movie about a...
Despite all the glorification of personal story-telling as a way to connect and heal, please, please don’t tell your story… …to the entire internet, especially when your story is still raw when it may fall on judgmental or even cruel ears, and...
I have become more enamoured, in the last year or two, with putting one foot in front of the other. In the years before I became a mother and started to realign to my own sense of who I was and who I wanted to be in the world, putting one foot in front of the...
(this is my home, all gussied up for a winter solstice women’s circle) For the past seven years or so, I’ve been following a plan. It hasn’t been a linear path, but it’s been intentional and focused nonetheless. It all started as...
