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The Queen of My Self

  Halloween offers us a way to engage with our natural fascination with death in a way which is scary yet superficial. We get to acknowledge our fear of death while still having a good time. Halloween descends from Samhain, the most significant holiday of the Celtic calendar. Being a pastoral people, the Celts counted…

Years ago a client, Rose, told me about the death of her grandmother and the fighting that ensued in her family when the time came to divvy up her possessions. This sister wanted the jewelry, that one the china, another one demanded her silver. The only thing that Rose wanted was her grandma’s broom and…

  by Lenore Horowitz I love plenty so much more than less, that generous expanse opening, lifting outwards, wheels of petals, new green leaves. So much better than closing down, pulling inward, inside the husk of things. So off with skins and belts and too tight shells! Grow new cells, arms and legs and hands.…

  I have always believed that if it is at all possible to save our planet Earth from the destruction that we have wreaked upon Her, that if it isn’t already too late, then it is we — women of a certain age — who are the ones who can and will do it. These…

I have always believed that if it is at all possible to save our planet Earth from the destruction that we have wreaked upon Her, that if it isn’t already too late, then it is we — women of a certain age — who are the ones who can and will do it. These Queens…

I have always believed that if it is at all possible to save our planet Earth from the destruction that we have wreaked upon Her, that if it isn’t already too late, then it is we — women of a certain age — who are the ones who can and will do it. These Queens…

by Diane Bader I am woman, a seeker after truth, knowledge and Wisdom One who travels secretly, inwardly, on this journey of life, One who seeks to know the Feminine, Who seeks to know the Divine. I hunger and thirst for inner truth As I read voraciously, As I feed upon the wisdom and knowledge…

  Like most women, I can’t help but notice the parts of myself that have slumped and sagged as I’ve aged. The bags under my eyes now have over-night valises of their own. The veins in my legs and on the backs of my hands are starting to show through in blue. And forget my…

By Darcey Steinke … continued from Part 1, posted on Friday  If in my mother’s era menopause was rarely spoken of, in my own it’s a comedic premise. Joke websites have sections specifically for change-of-life humor. “If prison guards were all menopausal women, there would be no more crime,” or, “Trusting a menopausal women to control…

By Darcey Steinke Hot flashes are inner apocalypses, singeing the body and the brain. During my first volcanic night sweat, a chaotic force moved through me. Heat rose, busting through the top of the thermometer, and swept through my body like the special effect I’d once seen on the set of a horror movie. Flames…
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