enter cloudland : nurturing your wild woman

As I pondered this transition into my new Wild Woman, I could sense that something was still missing. I was walking the walk, but could I talk the talk? ….Or was it vice versa? I knew that I was going to have to get away. What I wanted was something private and secluded, where I…

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let her show : dressing your wild woman

My answer came to me at the Porter Flea Market in Nashville a few weeks ago. I’d recently purchased a squash blossom necklace on Etsy, and decided if there was ever a place to wear it, this place might be a good start. As I walked around and browsed through the vendors, I was inundated…

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namaste, wild women

A couple of years ago, I came across this 27-year-old book written by Clarissa Pinkola Estes: Women Who Run With the Wolves. I think it came “recommended” by Emma Watson, who is also a strong proponent for pubic hair oil and other feminist ideologies. I was intrigued, so I found a copy at Half Price…

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xxviii

28. I kind of can’t believe I’m actually 28 now, even though for some odd reason I’ve felt 28 all year. Now that I am, I’ll probably start thinking I’m 23 or something. ‘Course. But here I am, finally, at the halfway point between the start of this blog and the day I turn 30: Still…

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