I’m writing about money while I’m thinking about Pussy. To be specific, the new book Pussy: A Reclamation by Regena Thomashauer. That these two things have come together in my life at exactly this precise moment is no coincidence. So I ask, what does my pussy have to do with money? After writing letters… Continue reading Money Part 2
Goodmorning Grumpypants. Oh, how I adore you! Should anyone (anyone, including you) suggest to you that this is a bad thing, a bad day lies ahead, flip em the bird. A perfectly reasonable response for a grumpy person. Bad by definition means inferior, defective, unacceptable, unwelcome. Screw that. How about if today you greet that… Continue reading Monday Love
“Dear Money, I am often worried there is not enough of you. I don’t like to worry, hear it’s bad for your health, so I try not to think too much about you. It’s a little game I play: don’t look unless I absolutely have to. I suppose you could compare it to the game,… Continue reading I love money and money loves me
Good morning love, Who is here today? Close your eyes, fill your body with breath, hold it at top for a moment and feel it surging through your cells waking you up. Slowly exhale. Hi. That’s what conscious breath does, it wakes you up. Cool, Huh. Now check and see what part of you has… Continue reading Monday Love
Knowing your triggers is really important. And everyone’s triggers are different. Mine seem to stem from too much heat in my body and a dullness of life that comes from too much “keeping it together.” Or more simply said, a buildup of held emotions that lead to a kind of chronic dissatisfaction the color of… Continue reading When Dullness Erupts in Pain
Hey Love, do you remember all the amazing things you have done in the past year alone? Take a minute to remember. For me, it’s all those days I woke up at 5am to write before going to work. I wrote a book! And I was a juicing every morning too. Damn, that’s impressive. How… Continue reading Monday Love
I just followed and then unfollowed some wonderful and inspiring writers on Instagram because I felt so freaking intimidated reading their posts. A wash of sadness swept over me, a feeling I know well that happens when the voice of comparison is in the house. The unfollowing was a great act of kindness on my… Continue reading Intimidated
Hey there wild thing. Yes you, the one who is kicking and screaming inside. Irritated, frustrated, sad, mad. Can you welcome this part of you, instead of trying to push her away, figure her out, fix her. Can you simply see her and be with her, just as she is? I see you. I hear… Continue reading Monday Love
17 years ago as I was leaving St. Vincent’s hospital in New York City, I found myself standing on the sidewalk with my newborn, as my then husband hailed a cab. It was a cold November morning, we were all bundled up, my son in a red fleecy thing my Mom made him. A feeling… Continue reading Crumbs on the Couch
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