One cave's sacred herstory erasure tells a bigger story.

 I'm in Scotland doing what I love—

excavating our sacred herstory—in the wild. 

I am focusing on a sacred cave that bears the name of St. Fillan. I have been fascinated by it since I discovered it lay...

I slipped into the woods today. Down the dusty road from our house, through the fern where the rock garden sprouts from the earth, circles of stones, miniatures of the ancient Celtic monoliths. Someone has nestled shimmering glass rondures in a nest of bark among the stones.

I find the hidden...

Mother's Day can be complicated on the best of years. This year, even if you have a loving mom who's still alive (I do) and kids who are thriving (also true for me), there is a cloud that hangs over the day. 

The cloud is the looming leaked decision that would force women to become...

by Patricia Lynn Reilly

It used to be that the pressure to create resolutions and self-betterment plans was most intense around the new year, every year!

For most of us, however, the pressure spills over and we live in a chronic state of planning to be better and to look better, and resolving to...

They are just things. I keep telling myself that.

But why, then, am I hiding in my library while strangers (and a few friends) come and cart my life away? Why am I fighting back tears while writing this?

Because are stories are containers for our memories. They organize our life into...

by Monette Chilson

This week, I experienced one of those “almost disasters” that reveals the fragility of life. One of those moments that made me realize how little control I have over the part of my life that matters the most to me—the people I love.

My 17-year old son was in a...