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I heard the gentlest whisper out of my right ear. “Maybe the practitioner would like to relax a little?” Oh no, I thought, embarrassed, is it that obvious? Sensing into my body for a brief moment I realized, shit, yes, it’s definitely obvious. First of…
Read More(Written in 2019) Here’s an interesting experience I had rock climbing with Ian a couple of weeks ago. It’s important to understand that I like to do things “right” and he likes to do things “for fun.” So, frequently, when we top-rope, he falls off…
Read MoreI am 9 weeks and 5 days into being a Mother. Yep, I count each day. THIS is my babe: Although I am tempted to drift until I am completely under, all consumed solely by my baby and motherhood, I am committed to not venturing…
Read MoreI remember the first time I sat down with William Esper. I was 20, newly digging into my life as a young artist in New York City: Colorful, impressionable—floating in a sea of disorganized passion. He was 78, a world renowned acting teacher, seemingly reserved…
Read MoreCold sores…they’re not awesome. They are painful, super contagious, and so not cute that sometimes when one pops up, I try to strategize a way to stay indoors (and under covers) until it passes. And, lucky for me, I get them all of the damn…
Read MoreHello you stunning beauties, This is the first installment of a monthly series I’m calling The Period Series, in which I try ONE thing per month to address my heavy, painful periods, and report back to you, my beloved readers, on how it goes. Why…
Read MoreMucus: I’m home sick—”normal” sick. I have plump yellow and green stuff building up, breaking up, and making its way out. The “normal- sick” sensation remains one to rejoice over. I didn’t experience this for a couple of years—something about Lyme making it impossible…
Read MoreThroughout illness, I could not simply or efficiently answer the question I was so often presented with: “how are you?” I’m sure the answer seemed like an obvious, “not good.” To the outside eye— I was undeniably amidst a shipwreck. I was skinny and pale…
Read MoreIt was hours before midnight, and I was already wasted. Running around in shredded jeans that put my hip bones on display, a tight red, spaghetti- strap shirt that revealed the push- up- bra- boobs of a teenager, and a pair of red sunglasses just…
Read More“I just have a deep sense, a deep inner-knowing, that I am safe in this world now,” I told my mother one day in early 2013. It was true. For a girl who seriously suffered from panic attacks and PTSD, I had gotten so far…
Read MorePart I here. My hips led me around a Montauk boutique. My jean skirt was too short, my acrylic nails too long, and my shirt too tight. I drank too much, smoked too many cigarettes and cursed more than a “young lady should.” I was too wild,…
Read MoreIn 1998, at ten years old, I discovered that Mama Cass died choking on a ham sandwich. Maybe I heard it on TV. Or maybe I was eavesdropping on some random adult chatter. Or maybe my mother told me during one of my relentless questioning…
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