Breaking Up With My Pelvic Floor Physiotherapist

In my twenties, I was a gynecological model for medical students. Dozens of doctors in training did their best to be calm and professional as they performed the sensitive examination for the first time. They reported their findings to me and to the supervising doctors. I paid careful attention to their technique and bedside manner. Afterward, I…

Lady Parts Rehab, Part 1

In France, pelvic floor physiotherapy is a standard part of care after women give birth. Apparently, the French believe that women should be able to enjoy sex and not pee themselves after having babies! Revolutionary. Most North American mothers take it for granted that once you have something the size of a bowling ball pass through your…

The Other Side of Teaching Kids About Consent

I’ve seen a spate of articles shared recently on social media on the topic of teaching children about consent. The Healthy Sex Talk: Teaching Kids Consent, Ages 1-21 was especially thorough and offered practical tips for parents. The foundation is basic, early, and ongoing respect for children’s bodies and their right to say no to things…

You Don’t Look Like Me

My kids make me want to be a better person. I want them to see me try new things so they will feel capable of trying new things, too. When I was a kid, I was shy and so scared of making a mistake in public that it kept me from being open to new experiences. I’ve…

Stealing Life Back

There’s that feeling, right after you graduate from school, or right after a breakup, when the world is wide open for a while. You haven’t said yes to any job or any date yet. At that moment, the crossroads where anything can happen, it’s exhilarating and scary. Eventually you choose a job, or a mate, or…

Can a New Mom Be Sexy?

I like to feel sexy. Not the kind of sexy that’s about what other people think of me – I mean the kind of sexy that’s about how I feel inside myself. It’s when I feel alive inside. It’s warm sensations and feeling my energy flowing through my body. It’s yumminess. It’s like a warm sun…

Dear Twenty-Year-Old Me, Forty is Better

Dear twenty-year-old me, It’s forty-year-old me. Twice your age. We made it to forty!  It’s so much better than you would imagine. You’re in the middle of a pretty rough year – moving into your first apartment with your best friend at the time (we know how that goes), struggling in organic chemistry, realizing that engineering might…