It’s Not Really About Finding the Time

It’s Not Really About Finding the Time

When I say I don’t have time to masturbate, what I usually mean is that I didn’t prioritize it. Whether I prioritize it depends entirely on what I believe those fifteen minutes are worth.  My everyday life looks like a lot of women’s. I’m a...
First Moon Ceremony

First Moon Ceremony

I knew before I knew. Not because she said anything. Not because there were signs anyone else would notice. But somewhere in me, there was the same quiet instinct I’d had felt before birth. A gathering. A preparing. I found myself buying candles, choosing little...
Distance

Distance

This blog post was really hard for me to write. But here goes nothing, or everything rather. I still struggle with competition and envy between women, but for me it often shows up less like jealousy and more like disconnection.    When a woman feels “put...
Who Mothers Mothers?

Who Mothers Mothers?

The way my whole body softened at the idea was like liquid warmth. “How lucky you are to be such an amazing mom, you already know how to care for yourself, the exact same way you’ve been caring for your kids.”  One of my best friends told me this after coming out of a...
What Shifted Was My Trust

What Shifted Was My Trust

  I knew when I was three. My mom always told me that if anyone ever asked to see or touch my body to tell her immediately. Always come and tell.  When I was three years old we lived with my parents friend who had teenage boys. They were babysitting me, and they...