This holiday season has kicked up a festival of emotions inside me.
I am so grateful to be sharing Christmas with my mom, her fiancé and his family, and my daughter.
I am also feeling a little somber, a bit sad, and a floating sense of loss this Christmas, being so aware of the shattering loss that the families in Newtown are experiencing.
And so aware of so many conflicts and violence all over the world.
And all I want to do is slow down.
And be grateful.
Grateful, grateful, grateful.
Grateful for my 7 a.m. S Factor class, and the hot bath I took afterwards.
For my 9th grader, who is home with a wild cold today.
For the pink candle on my desk.
For the spectacular gang of women who I get to work with every day.
Grateful for the way things quiet down in these weeks around the holidays.
And oh-so grateful for this glorious community of Sister Goddesses that we are.
This community of women is amazing. continue reading…
I love presents. Getting them is cool, but mostly I love giving them. I love that delicious feeling of anticipation when I have found the exact perfect thing for someone, remembered to tuck it in a drawer and pull it out just in time to blow their mind with how well they are known and how deeply they are gotten. So nerve wracking, so gratifying. Just call me the stealth love bomber.
And today I want to spread a little stealth wealth around with you.
Keep reading this if you’re a mischief-maker, too, and want to make another woman’s day with the click of a button.
I just finished creating my best video series yet. It’s for you to send—as a little gift—to your mom, your sister, your best friend—all the special women in your life you’ve been wanting to introduce to the Pleasure Revolution. You want them to know pleasure, but perhaps you haven’t known exactly how to broach the topic? This one’s for you.
And there’s a secret twist at the end, which will make you smile for five days straight.
Go watch this quick video with all the details.
It is not easy being The Pleasure Queen, now, is it?
You all know as well as I do, being that all of us are Pleasure Queens of our own little universes. It’s a lot of pressure to pull ‘Queen’ off well.
You gotta look good. Feel good. Do good. Pay attention. Grow. Try new crazy things, like when our sister, the Pleasure Queen of England, flew to the Olympics with Daniel Craig in a helicopter. Or figure out what to do with your life after a gig ends that you totally rocked, like our sister, Pleasure Queen Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, is up against right now. Or Pleasure Queen Movie Star Katie Holmes—I mean, where do you look for a date after Tom Cruise? Or Pleasure Queen You, getting your holiday sparkle on, whether you feel full of good cheer or not. Or Pleasure Queen me, who always gets kinda chunky, tired, and cranky right around now. As the days grow shorter, so does my good humor.
And it all boils down to a moment for a woman. continue reading…
The world of relationships is never easy to navigate. Every time a woman puts on her lip gloss and heels and hits a bar, a club, a restaurant, a library, an online dating site—with the hope of having a fun encounter with a new guy—she is taking a huge crazy risk with her sense of well-being. Guys (and girls) are wonderful. Dating is wonderful. But one disappointing move and our sense of self-esteem can evaporate and be replaced by a creeping sense of hopelessness. Sister Goddess Samantha takes us into the frustrating heart of the matter, as she waits for Mr. Right.
I don’t know about you, but I cannot remember a more dramatic fall season.
Hurricanes, elections, war, violence, colliding with unprecedented outpourings of support and activism.
It feels like everything old is falling away and being remade into something new and unexpected.
At times like this, there is nothing familiar to rest on.
There is no same old same old.
No ordinary, no predictable.
Rapid change is the new normal.
Not just globally, but inside every woman, every man, every child.
Rupture is everywhere.
So, last Monday, I came back from the four most glorious days in Miami, teaching “A Place Called Rapture.” It was one of the highlights of my teaching career. The women were awe-inspiring, the course was wondrous and powerful, and the sense of Sisterhood and Community was palpable, cellular. As if something larger than all of us was calling us forward, backward, and reassembling itself in real time.
And I came home and what did I do?
I immediately yelled at my kid.
Really, I did.
Full-on Crazy Mama moment.
And I realized something. continue reading…