It was a wild spring and summer I tell you. And I am quite a different person now. I completed two long-term life goals, one took ten years, the other seven. I finished and then presented my thesis to a generous panel of shamanic teachers and community members. I...
I was careening down the highway in my Sprinter van, headed to a shamanic retreat, my vibrator on a low setting, pressing through my jeans. It’s not what I usually think of as practice, but given that I orgasmed and then went at it again fifteen or so minutes later, I...
Leading my spring Bodysex retreat was easeful and sweet. Not on purpose, I’ve ended up with a hot pink, gray, and yellow color theme which makes the space feel rather dreamy. Here are some of my takeaways from the weekend. Participating in a Bodysex Retreat is an...
Part One: Becoming Parents “Do you get to choose how many kids you have?” my 7 year old niece asked me last week. “Sometimes,” I replied. She cocked her head at me. “I wanted 2 daughters, I had one, and I ended up with none,” I said. Her mouth fell open. ...
When I was 17, my mom’s boyfriend’s 15 year old son climbed on top of me one night and started kissing me. His actions would launch a short affair that was, for the most part, my sex education – the ground for which I learned things about sex I hadn’t known...
