The first time I made love, I just had to show up with my vagina to rock my young beloved’s world.  We explored those new fruits with enthusiasm, joy and curiosity, and an equal amount of hormonal horniness. That we were in love and practiced safe sex together is evidence to me that young adults can navigate those early sexual days responsibly and with mutual satisfaction on the agenda. I’m in my forties now, and have come to a strange realization; my generation of women is likely the last to feel that our au natural bodies and appetites are a thing of wonder, ripe with feminine erotic mystery. Our budding sense of security...

A Note from the Editor:  As Lissa and I discussed her writing a new blog post for Mother's Day this year we realized that it felt much bigger and divinely timed to re-post this Mother's Day post from last year. It was so impactful, and we have so many new readers to Owning Pink, that we don't want anyone to miss this message and, for those who've already read it, perhaps you'll get even more out of it this time around. Today is Mother’s Day, so let me start by sending out a great big whopping Happy Mother’s Day to those of you who are celebrating your fabulous mothers and whooping it up with your fabulous children. I’m...

Awhile back I wrote an article about how medicine is a spiritual practice, and in response, I received an email from a surgery resident at Columbia University that left me in tears and inspired me to share it. Those of you who have been following my story know it’s been quite the journey for me to heal my relationship with the medical community. At one point, I wrote about how I was pissed at doctors, but even then, I knew that if I ever wanted to help heal my profession, I’d have to release the anger I felt against the medical profession, heal the post-traumatic stress I suffered from abuse at the hands of doctors, forgive...