Your Vagina Isn’t Junk

Sometime between the birth of my first child & perimenopause, I missed the memo: Stupid Euphemisms for Vagina. I am stumped. When did we start calling our parts ‘junk’? In the irreverent voice of modern society, is adult potty talk masking self-hatred or just an attempt to find a cheap laugh and a decent orgasm? Motives don’t matter in the long run, at least not to my nether region. Yoni is very vocal about her preferences,...

When Love Hurts

Healing is closer than you think. Read how nature holds the answer for what ails millions. Vaginal pain is the number one reason marriages are unconsummated. When your vajajay has an invisible Do-Not-Enter sign posted above it, you feel oddly, painfully awkward. Shame borders on freak-dom. Discussing your pubic hell in polite conversation is verboten, and so you suffer in silence, head down, legs closed, heart torn. At least, that is what I thought and...

Summer Love and Seasonal Romance

Summer has sensuality it its sight. It is also an invitation to slow down. If a June night could murmur, would it insist to a blistery winter day or the fresh blooms of spring that summer was the time for love? Warm nights that smell of ocean air and coconut oil; barefoot strolls through cool grass and sandy shores; skin aglow and hungry for kisses. Invitingly so, June has a point. Each season brings a different hue to romance, though none suggests...