Writings

I have envied all my life. Wanting all the things other people had that I believed would somehow make me more worthy, more lovable, more enough. Thinner. Braver. Stronger. Powerful. Articulate. Athletic. Patient. Better at sports, golf, business, conversation, life. I spent years believing other people possessed something I lacked. That if I could just become more like them, I would finally arrive at some magical version of myself that felt secure, admired, confident and comp

I had two boys, one vaginally and one by C-section. I wouldn’t trade either experience for anything. I will never forget the overwhelming love I felt holding each of them for the first time, lying in that hospital bed, just the two of us, looking into each other’s eyes. We hoped our boys would be best friends. We couldn’t have been more wrong. Our oldest carries my laid-back side, our youngest my high-adrenaline side. Their personalities, interests, and ways of being are comp

I don’t have any recollection of a time when I was touched without consent. I’ve thought about it. I’ve really looked. Nothing. I know that’s not the story many women carry, and I don’t take that lightly. But when I dug deeper, what kept coming up for me wasn’t touch. It was language. Nonconsensual language. Words that landed without permission, looks that said something before anything was spoken, messages that shaped how I saw myself long before I had the awareness to quest

I attended my second Bodysex® retreat with Simone Farshi in Nevada City, California. This time, I had the opportunity to experience the retreat from two perspectives: first as a participant, then as a Certified Bodysex® Facilitator assisting the retreat. Experiencing the work from both perspectives deepened my understanding of what this practice offers and why it can be so transformative. Before the women arrived, I prepared the room with care, saging the space, lighting cand

I could hardly wait for my date with myself, a part of my Bodysex Lite homework assignment with Laura Bogush. The assignment was simple yet profound: plan a date just for me and use all my senses to savor the experience. With my husband out of town and a day off work, the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I woke early, smiling as I thought, This is my day. I picked up the tiny vase by my bedside, with a pink rose and white daisies, and inhaled the fresh scent. I had pur