I sat on the couch the other night, tears trickling down, saying goodbye to a man I love. And though I was sad and confused (that's an entirely different discussion), I felt comforted realizing not one part of me felt the urge to beat myself up. I woke the next morning as I do almost every day, getting dressed, feeding my dog, and biking to yoga. I then recharged with healthy food, I basked in...

We are so hard on ourselves. Seeking physical perfection. Where do we learn this shit? When the "Student Of The Month" at my yoga studio was asked what has been her favorite Halloween costume, she replied: "Halloween happens to be my birthday so dressing up has always been somewhat of a struggle. I've definitely embraced it over the years. I guess my favorite Halloween costume would have to be when I dressed up as a giant tomato so...

I used to think women who date men who don't treat them well don't have enough self-worth. I used to think these women don't believe they deserve better, that they're settling out of fear of being alone, of not being good enough. But maybe, all these years, I've been wrong. I watch the guy exit through my complex's metal gate, shuffling across the street in his black hipster jeans and stretched-out white T-shirt, his unzipped backpack hanging...

It isn't just about Harvey Weinstein. Sexual harassment seems to be woven into our humanity. In every culture, in every neighborhood, in every country. It's not just a 21st century thing; it's been ingrained in us for thousands and thousands of years. I'm scrolling through YouTube videos and stumble upon a CBS Morning Show interview with Oprah. I click because the title reads: "Oprah on Harvey Weinstein Scandal." My interest is piqued and I perk up....

The night I put my cat Koh down (click to read about losing Koh), I immediately ran over to my parents and set up shop in front of their television. All I wanted to do was just eat and sit and not move and wallow… It was a space emotionally I hadn't been in years. It scared me yet was familiar and unnervingly comforting. That night, I kind of just embraced it because I told myself,...

"If you do not take the antibiotics, you will die," the doctor proclaimed from the foot of my hospital bed. A lineup of physicians—a urologist, an internist, a cardiologist, and a neurologist—and countless nurses were parading in and out of my hospital room over a 10-day period. I had CT scans, a spinal tap, an MRI, and a visit from the rapid response team. I had IVs in my arms and was practically buckled to the...

In August 2008, 9 months after my sister killed herself, I walked into a tiny home in Huntington Woods, Michigan with a bag of clothes, my computer, my handmade journal, and my cat Koh in hand. Linda's home, what we called "The Yellow House", was a 30-minute drive from my parents'.  Just far enough away to feel like I could catch my breath and hide for the time being. Linda was like a second mother to...