Sexuality

The blog includes articles I have written over the last few years, as well as a weekly post where I share what’s on my mind, even if it’s an undeveloped idea that popped up when I was stirring a vat of cheese!

Zipless: Narcissism, Dementia, Loss

Like most of us who were young women in the early 1970’s, I was swept up in the fervor, passion and perhaps euphoria of the Women’s Movement and the “Free Love Generation,”

Neglect Informed Sex Therapy: Evil? “Solutions”, Health

In the early years of the Millennium, it seemed as if the world was suddenly haunted by a dreaded and insidious enemy. It kind of reminded me of the opening lines of

Silent World of Sex: Mystery, Shame, Neglect

Perhaps the most inelegant step in the cheesemaking process is washing the eight-gallon (30-litre) pot. For those of you who haven’t seen me, I could probably bathe in it. Washing up is

Silver and Gold: Time, 2023, Onward

I sometimes find myself with an image of an infant alone in the dark. I have no idea if it is imagination or primordial memory, or some kind of archetypal or

Sex Matters: Regulation, Sex-Ed, Voice

As we head into mid-life, it is natural and typical to think about the passing of time, what is behind us and what lies ahead; what we have and have not achieved

Imaginary Friends: Hero Worship, Compulsivity, Equanimity

Like most any child of neglect, I was a desperately lonely little girl. Convinced I was hopelessly weird, probably of some other unidentified nonhuman species and categorically unlikeable, I peopled my world

Pandemic – An Upstream Look At #MeToo

“Two country people were fishing in a river. As they fished and talked, they saw a child floating down the river dangerously close to the rushing waterfall. Fearing the child would drown,

Milestones: Self Reflection, Miracles, and Best Wishes of the Season

For me historically, holidays, anniversaries, birthdays and other marked dates that cycled around every year laden with hopes and expectations, fantasies and even magical prayers were always a terrible trap. Particularly those

A Sense of Self

People, Place, and Brain In our apartment building in New York, everyone seemed to have numbers on their arms, sad eyes and thick German accents. My great Aunt Gertrud would take me

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