Creating great characters in fiction, flourishing in menopause, dealing with imposter syndrome.
Some thoughts on the Divine Feminine
Sometimes, dear reader, I feel like a rag doll that’s coming apart at the seams. Ideas, suppressed emotions, new knowledge and magical revelations are like bits of stuffing poking through my stitching. At any moment I might split apart. Literally spill my guts. But first I have to bring the old version of myself to …