You might have mistaken me for your average working mom—husband, two kids, yoga pants in the school pickup line. I was raised to be a good girl and had a lot invested in looking the part. But behind the scenes, I was unraveling: I’d slept with more men while married than before, had a long-time female lover, and hosted a monthly pleasure coven.

Saying yes to desire cracked me wide open. I followed the frequency of pleasure into secret worlds of tantra, eco-sexuality, ecstatic dance, and threesomes with the Divine. The good girl didn’t survive. The feral woman did.

I now live at the intersection of eros and spirit—inviting others to come home to themselves, wild, whole, and lit up from within.