I’ve got five kids, I’m a queer feminist, and I just might be the only life coach in the world who doesn’t believe in the Law of Attraction.
I’ve got five kids, I’m a queer feminist, and I just might be the only life coach in the world who doesn’t believe in the Law of Attraction.
Well, I’m daunted, but I’m still here. I’m swirly, but wildly alive. Scruffy around the edges but absolutely delighted (in this case, with these braids my daughter gave me–perhaps I shall wear a braid crown all the time now). Yes, I feel scraggly but beautiful, bedraggled but brave, also slightly bashful after having told you […]
Yesterday was the autumn equinox, and we’ve officially tipped over that fulcrum point, tumbling toward autumn. I can feel the momentum of what’s coming, the dwindling of gold and the surging of winter, how the leaves shrivel but a fierce momentum is picking up– and I can feel too the energy of what’s approaching in […]
I was feeling very Anne Shirley-ish when I took this photo, in my puffed sleeves and my apron, but like the elder harried Anne, the one with all the children. (As a child, I felt deeply uneasy about those later books. I wanted Anne to have adventures besides motherhood. Ironic, how my own life resembles hers more […]
Beloved kindred spirits, I missed you! And I missed me. I have been gone this summer in more ways than one. We packed and unpacked and repacked, rode on planes and ferries and Disneyland rides, saw beloved family and friends, swam in the ocean, camped in tents for nine days, and ate the most delicious […]
So I was on the phone yesterday with a beautiful kindred spirit who took my Make Art, Choose Joy class, and we were talking about the inhale-exhale that’s fundamental for artists (and all humans). We were acknowledging how HARD it is to let ourselves inhale (take in nourishment, sustenance, rest, nutrients, beauty, pleasure) when we are measured […]
I write things for women with big, gorgeous, COMPLICATED lives. I help women become epic fucking badasses… but I still retain my right to cry at every diaper commercial ever made.
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