We don't usually think of people-pleasing, perfectionism, or self-doubt as safety strategies. But look closer. Underneath those behaviors is often an attempt to avoid something: rejection, criticism, exclusion, conflict, failure, disapproval. Somewhere along the way many of us learned that those experiences weren't merely uncomfortable. They felt unsafe. The problem isn't that we want safety. Of course we do. The problem is that many of us have learned to find it outside ours

Healing isn't all candles and crying. It's about breaking down the walls that separate us from ourselves. It requires cracking.

Humans are funny creatures. We equally crave novelty and fear the unknown. We get bored easily but don’t like change. We are designed to exp

I've always fought for liberation. But what if I've had it backwards? What if liberation isn't about opposing but about opening?

Humans are built for connection; we cannot sustain this division without serious consequences.

I often wonder if what we call depression is the perfectly reasonable feeling we have when we move around life without ourselves.

What starts in elementary school with cliques and mean girls smoothly morphs into the sophisticated adult savvy of dominance and exclusion.

Women feel unattractive, unworthy or irrelevant when we cannot hold onto something that, by definition and design, is impermanent.

So you want me to stop doing what makes me happy and start doing what makes you happy? What a stupid idea.

Death fear is the foundational fear from which all my other fears sprout. It’s the mothership where all my fears are born.

It’s a process of making the unconscious conscious. We make our conditioning external so we can examine and question it.

It can be scary and lonely to abandon cultural or familial norms. But so is living severed from your true self.

Here is my propriety formula for how to ruin Christmas.

I sit before my laptop, empty and uninspired. I summon ideas; they decline. The daily war of art ensues. My dog lies beside me in her plush, memory foam bed. She fetching, her brown fur shining in a sunbeam. Her legs sprawl into a stretch, her paws flexing open then closed. A deep inhale is followed by a groaning sigh. Contentment is the vibe of her morning. We face off - my struggle versus her ease. I resent it. Her eyes are at half-mast. She fixes her hazy gaze on me and in

Resiliency. We know it’s a good thing, something worth instilling in our kids. Sure. Though maybe not right now.

Imagine if white people put half the amount of energy into investigating our role in racism as we do in calling black people out.

To end white supremacy, we must reinvent our nation’s structure as well as the hearts and bodies of its citizens.

Patriarchy has stolen our compasses and installed a false bearing.

I like knowing that I get to choose how affected or unaffected I am by other people. That, to me, is true freedom.

If you aren’t sure what white supremacy looks like, you can start by listening. Nothing shouts as loud as white supremacy