Because some women crave him. — I’m alone again. At times I feel lost. Other times, I know that I am more found than ever. Breaking the ties from a longstanding relationship is a contrasting journey I have to trust. I’ve mourned for the life now lost to me and grieved for what it means for…

Damn, I wish there were more of them. — I love women. Men say it all the time. They’ll often tell their buddies, openly declare it to women, and sometimes even announce it via their social media accounts. Despite this, they clearly have not encountered every woman in the world. 😉 I love women. He speaks. But what does…

We need more like him. — In the late 80s to early 90s, the 40th birthday bashes were in full swing. I was much younger, of course, far from the baby boomers in my life who faced the reality that they were no longer the youth revolution. It was inevitable. None of us can rebel against…

Welcome to the romantically departed. — I never delve, but similar feelings repeatedly arise whenever I converse with a woman about the man in her life. She is seldom fulfilled about her situation, whereas I am content with mine. She either feels profoundly misunderstood, manipulated, controlled, or gaslit by the man sharing her life and, thus…

Let’s get sexy. — I’ll never forget the intense zap that surged through my body the first time my now ex-husband accidentally brushed up against my arm. It felt like a voltaic awakening spiraling through me. An unexpected shot of palpable heat irrepressibly tugged at my core energy, drawing me in with a powerful…

What you put out into the world, you get to keep. — At the local Hippie store about fifteen years ago, I stood before shelves stuffed with books in the back corner. Newton, Tolle, Wilde, Dispenser, Dyer, Andersen, and Goddard were some author names floating in front of me. I didn’t know what I was looking for specifically. …

We don’t need F**k boys, either. — The very prolific Margaret Atwood said: “Up on a pedestal or down on your knees. It’s all a male fantasy.” i. Up on a pedestal — I’ll never forget the time I was entangled in a love triangle. But, of course, I didn’t intend for it or set out for it to go down the way…

The most rigid steel makes the strongest of hearts. — "How did I get here?" Do you ever find yourself contemplating that? I do. Quite frequently. Maybe especially lately and sometimes uttered aloud to no one in particular. Life, huh? It's one "toughening" experience after another. Well, for some, more than others. And always when you think you know where…

You’ve got to reconnect with the universe if you want to receive the signs. — “Please, show me the way,” I ask the stars. As if their cryptic shine will magically unravel the path ahead of me. Do the stars answer? When you ask, the answers are always given. Only listening to the universe’s signs isn’t as easy as picking up the phone and dialing…