Every time I walk to the beach to surf, I say a secret, quiet prayer for dolphins to show up. I have this fantasy they pop their snots out of the water and lay their heads on my board. I shriek with excitement as I pet them and coo. Then as I catch a wave, they jump through the water along side me.  We become instant best friends. This has never happened. I always ask...

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....

We're all fucking hypocrites. For ethical, environmental, and health reasons, I haven't eaten red meat for 16 years. I haven't eaten chicken for 14 years. I haven't eaten fish for 12 years. I haven't had dairy for 7 years. (Took me some time to finally accept I'm allergic to milk!) Committed to a plant-based lifestyle, I progressively transitioned from vegetarian to vegan. AND YET: I wear my sister Miya's brown leather cowboy boots, happily. I'm obsessed with them. Not just because they were...

I was topless in public for the first time when I was 20. I was at a swimming pool in Prague, and I felt nervous, apprehensive, excited. I was doing something off-limits, something deemed inappropriate and illegal, at least by American standards. (Read about it in a previous blog post about breastfeeding.) My breasts were never something I showed off. Or at least purposefully. Though they always seemed to pop out of my tank tops and summer...

"That girl is super anorexic!" she proclaims in a whisper in a dark bar. I can feel the judgement excitedly spew from her mouth. The nugget of gossip hanging in the air, as she leaves our table to happily say hello to her childhood friend. I hate that women do this to one another. We point out other women's insecurities and weaknesses, and do so to seemingly strengthen our own self-worth. We preach female empowerment: lift each other...

I’m staring at a woman across the restaurant whose body is the size of a 7-year-old’s. Her arms bend awkwardly, her feet dangle, her big, sturdy wheelchair swallows her whole. The child in me wants to ask, “What’s wrong with you? Why is your body that way?” The adult in me shuts up, stays put. Interrupting her dinner, asking these things, drawing attention to what makes her different from me—those are things we’re taught to...