life · self-help · Self-Love/Self-Acceptance


20 years ago, at the impressionable age of 15, I put myself in a situation that I still regret to this day. I believe I was raped. Or believed. Or believe. I’m not sure anymore. Over the course of researching and writing my book, memories long forgotten have started to surface, including some about one… Continue reading Blackout.


Sex is Sad

When you think of sex, what comes to mind? Passion? Intimacy? Fun? Orgasmic? Pleasure? Loving? Dirty? Forbidden? Lustful? Wrong? Beautiful? When I think of sex, most of the time I think, “ugh.” And I sigh. Because trying to conceive over and over, month after month without success turns sex into work. It’s like going to… Continue reading Sex is Sad