As a human being, as a woman, as a citizen, as a writer…as just about everything I identify with. Last week, I wrote about nothing feeling solid. I said, “It feels like we’re sinking. Slowly, as our ...

I’ve always been an achiever. If I set a goal, I would go after it with all the persistence and discipline I had. On the outside, it looked like strength. Inside, though, it often felt like running on ...

There was once a man who was visited by three goddesses. They were attempting to settle a dispute between them, a trifling matter to determine which of them held claim to the golden apple that had ...

I’ve been on the trail of a mystery for the last 10 years trying to figure out why I believed myself to be a strong, independent woman, but would devolve into a needy, insecure, co-dependent, mushy ...

We know that “narcissist” has become a bit of a buzzword recently, and some folks are quick to apply it to an ex-lover or family member or friend. While awareness of this concept is healthy, so is ...

I often think of yoga as a practice which moves beyond the boundaries of the spoken word. I did my first teacher training in Cologne, Germany—at a time that I didn’t speak more than a handful of ...

She was done not fully being herself. She realized she was the only self she could be—and not being unapologetically true to herself was a disservice to her soul and the world. She was done listening ...

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When I started dating a blue-eyed boy last summer I felt it only fair to warn him: “It’s all trauma, all the time with me.” He laughed. “I’m serious though,” I said. “I’m a grown-ass man,” he said, ...

We don’t get to choose grief. We don’t know how or when it strikes. Who or what we’ll lose. It descends upon us all at once, and it never quite leaves. Whoever has endured loss knows that we don’t ...