In American society, women often sweep their needs under a rug. One of the biggest is self-care. Self-care includes many things: body wellness, mental wellness and soul food [spiritual care.] Women have more responsibilities than ever before, which brings less time, extra stress and body neglect. Over the years, I have found a couple of
Challenge: Forgive yourself for a mistake you’ve made. Even if you think you don’t deserve it. (Period. No judgement.) Share! Tell me about the guilt you felt about something you did. Have you forgiven yourself? Or not? Why? (Post your experience in the “Comment Box” below.) How do I forgive myself when I’ve
“I’ll never be able to…,” “I didn’t grow up with money…” “I lived in an abusive house…” are my favorite starts to a long list of life excuses. At one time, I was comforted by creating excuses. Removing accountability for choices was much easier than owning responsibility towards the outcome. There was always a reason
Eckhart Tolle. Thich Nhat Hanh. Louise Hay. These are just a few authors catalogued in my Dewey Decimal System of “Holy sh*t. Life sucks. Now what?” section. I’ve probably read over 50 self-help books in my lifetime. I’ve creeped aisles many times in Barnes and Noble for a revolutionary book that will heal co-dependence, improve
“Sexual harassment and assault in the workplace are not just about Harvey Weinstein,” she wrote.” We must change things in general. We must do better for women everywhere.” After reading Alyssa Milano’s tweet that started a viral sh*tstorm (and helped launch the #Metoo movement,) I was amazed that many Americans considered this statement “rebellious” or
“5…4…3…2…1!” And just like that, 2018 makes its grand splash with whiskey kisses, sloppy dancing and good intentions. To me, New Years is a sign of hopeful beginnings–an end to a crappy relationship, a dream job in Durango or an opportunity to create a cellulite-free rump. People just can’t wait to declare their New Year
Swatch Watch. Guess Jeans. Vans. These were all hot items in the ‘80s and usually made the cut to most middle-schooler’s Christmas lists. Even though I did get my pricey Guess overalls, that was the ONLY item Santa usually delivered. Despite my perfectly-teased bangs, I discovered Christmas was really about embracing the sugar cookie. Sound
Maintaining my “bubble butt?” I know what some of you are thinking…how can she write all these amazing blogs about female power/body acceptance and then emphasize the importance of a nice ass? Why? I’ll answer: I believe having a strong body [no matter what it looks like] provides confidence, sexiness and strength. These traits are
“They are racists.” “It’s capitalist greed.” “Definitely uneducated.” These are just a few examples of what I hear daily from clients as they carelessly flip pages in Star Magazine.
“Paper or plastic?” said the cashier in a rushed tone. Obviously, it’s a simple question. I looked under the cart and notice [once again] I’d forgotten my reusable bags. Damn it! Sweat beads on my forehead. “Paper,” I said.
