Many years ago, I was a young mother-to-be living in Seattle, Washington. I knew no one except for my then husband, mother-in-law and my obstetrician. I would faithfully go to the library once a

  She first got in my car with her headset on and a book in her hand. No way was she going to allow me to connect with her. No way was she going to let me in. Then I asked her to pop her music on

In our last WOTV radio show, we employed a technique mentioned by Robbie Kaye, in her blog on this month's topic, Healing: Woman to Woman, that she called “passing the talking feather”. Now, I under

  My mother collected recipes like some people collect dolls or knick-knacks. I have volumes of handwritten recipes by her, organized in binders and according to the type of food represented. She ha

A dear yoga teacher of mine was recently diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She requested that her yoga family show up the night before her surgery and chant, pray and bless her in this journey.   I arr

It was overwhelming. It took over my psyche in a way that I would not have anticipated. What was it? Lunch with a Co-Woman on the Verge. Jane Devin and I had planned our lunch at a vegan restauran

Sometimes when we look for answers, we have to look to a higher power within ourselves.  My alter is my place of healing, praying and practice.  Please feel free to take a peek.  Building and utilizin

It feels more than a little ironic to me that living in Tucson, Arizona and with the recent tragedy that occurred here (with our local Congresswoman being shot at along with 19 others), while our mont