It was late and I was just going to bed when I received an email from Jen. The subject was “HELP” with a million exclamation marks following it. I couldn’t ignore it. She was in another time zone and just starting her day. “Your dating profile advice was too good,” she wrote. “I’ve got a date tonight… Read More
The only thing more talked about on women’s blogs than children is The Change. Somewhere around your fifties, you stop having your period and start having things that they call Symptoms. These are physical and psychological changes that seem to have the power to wreck lives and signal the start of a downward spiral into… Read More
The way that we approach the camera is the way we approach life. We can either own who we are, pose in an imitation of someone else, shrink down to appear smaller than we actually are, or simply run away.
I see so much beauty in the world, sometimes so much I worry that I’ll explode from the joy it brings. But when it comes to myself … not so much.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful, kind and sensitive princess named Robyn. She spent her days visiting the kingdom’s hospital, where sad men and women came to rest when life became too overwhelming. She sat by their bedsides, held their hands, and told them stories she created from her imagination.
Sex is the opposite of death and transforms us from merely existing to truly living and breathing our divinity.
