Everybody wants to be a witch. Well, every woman.
Oh come on, you with the 75 bottles of essential oil in your kitchen drawers. Don’t even try to argue with me.
This is how I know, if you were curious. The essential oil phenomenon is a dead giveaway. Those MLM companies packaged it brilliantly — just a few drops of “natural healing,” a teaspoon of “aromatherapy,” and a dash of “energetic properties,” and voila, you’ve awakened a deep, primal instinct in women.
This is what we do. This is who we are.
It doesn’t matter what ethnicity you are — once upon a time ago, we all lived in tribal cultures, living off the land. We relied on the plant world for food and medicine. …
Have you ever wondered if there’s a relationship between your bed and your sex life? Doesn’t it seem like there might be some correlation there?
It makes me think of the scene in Sex and the City when Miranda tries to improve her love life by getting new sheets. “If my bed is a place I want to be, maybe others will feel the same way,” she says, while sliding her pillows into the damn ugliest salmon-colored pillowcases I’ve ever seen. …
Remember those simple days when we’d show up for school in our polyester pants and gingham-patterned crop tops and sit down in a circle to sing the “good morning song” while holding hands? When life revolved around books, naps, paste, and recess? When everything seemed so simple?
You know what? It was simple. We showed up every day and we learned what we were supposed to do. Then we did it.
It’s been a long, long time since those days in polyester pants and gingham-patterned crop tops. I get it. We’re getting into middle age now and we forget things.
Though what’s the excuse for the younger generations? …