My friend**, You are allowed. You are allowed to be both full of rage and delight at the same time You are allowed to love your body one day and spend a hundred sad minutes in front of the mirror the next. You are allowed. To both love and hate...
Maybe I’m dating myself here, but I have a distinct memory of a book that unearthed itself in my tween years. It was called “What’s Happening to Me?” and, of course, it was all about puberty. In my work with women over the past...
The work that I do with women as a coach (and often as a doula, too) is about supporting them to untangle themselves from the expectations, roles, responsibilities, personas, preferences, and models of success that they have either consciously or unconsciously...
Here are some of my favourite small, doable ways to reclaim my sense of alignment on the days I’m still wearing my pj’s at 5p.m., sucking back my fourth cup of tea, and yelling at my kids… Make a list of 10 things you’re grateful for. This is...
(the following article is reprinted from my original publication in Wild Woman Magazine) When I am adrift, the ocean calls me. She reminds me that whatever threatens to unmoor me that day is minuscule when held up against the fundamental, undeniable...
