No more apologies. Not one more. You are not on this earth to be a living apology. None of us are. Yes. We fuck up. Every last one of us. And yes, there is grounding to be found in committing to the hard and holy work of trying to make it...
Where are you still waiting for permission? To leave, to run, to quit, to stop, to yell, to get angry, to rejoice, to dance, to sing, to fuck, to break, to mend, to come undone, to end, to begin, to scream, to cast spells, to call in what you want, to lay it all down,...
No new years resolutions for me this year.No flowery poetry.No broad declarations or rash promises or wild intentions.Not a single promise to the universe or to another. Just my own prescription for wholeness.By me. For me. Nothing but a steady reminder & a wild...
truth: pleasure is the *ultimate* muse. Tell me this:When is the last time you felt good? Really good. Down to your bones. When did you last taste your own ecstasy, take it into your mouth and swallow it into your being? How long has it been since your skin sang a...
REPEAT AFTER ME: I am entirely badass even in the midst of all this clusterfuckery. Today we are going to own that, you and I. We have to. We need to. We deserve to. Because core woundings are hella brutal. Because uncertainty is a mother fucker. Because...
“Well-behaved women seldom make history.”Laurel Thatcher Ulrich I’m not interested in reading about “well behaved” women. No nice girls for me. Give me your outcasts and your witches. Your dykes and your butches and every last one who refused to conform to the...
