Sometimes there is too much, and sometimes too little

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“I wanted to reach out, but I’m also trying to give you space. I want to respect your needs.”

I read the text over and over. I don’t understand.

We haven’t really spoken in months. Not since the “last” talk. He has hardly said a word to me since then.

About Yael Wolfe

Or at least I’m trying to be…

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Hello and welcome to my magical little forest. I’m so glad to have you join me.

About Me

My name is Yael and in my forties, I’m finally trying to unearth the wild wolf that lives within me. …

Every woman deserves to love her life

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“Get back on the horse again,” I was told recently. “It’s easier to get right back on and go for it again.”

The advice was well-intentioned, coming from a friend who was very upset by the way a recent lover treated me — which came after a lifetime of abusive…

My journey with the illness I’ve been dodging for 19 months

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“Kai has a slight fever. Just thought you should know. But I hope you come anyways. I really want to see you.”

This is the message that popped up on my phone on October 7th, just hours before I was set to get in the car and head to my…

It feels like a box of illusions when I long for something real

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Earlier this year, just a few months ago, I could not wait to get a bouquet of flowers from the man I was dating. I’ve never gotten flowers from a boyfriend before.

The 16-year-old girl in me was so excited because I was finally dating a grown up. Someone who…

I waited more than 40 years to have these conversations

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Trigger warning: This article is about assault, rape, and violence against women.

“Do you know how many women I’ve met in the past year who have been raped?”

I looked up suddenly from the paperwork I was sorting through. …

Lamenting sex education withheld

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Why didn’t you tell me that wearing a short skirt or a low-cut blouse wasn’t an invitation? That I didn’t have to feel guilty or conflicted when someone put his hand on my ass and I didn’t want him to? …

Our oppressed rage hurts them as much as it hurts us

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“Do you hear yourself right now? You sound like a crazy bitch.”

My boyfriend had just told me he was going to break our lease so he could move in with the 20-year-old woman he’d been seeing behind my back, seven years into our relationship. He said he wasn’t going…

PerSextives: Exploring gendered perspectives

Where is there refuge in loving a man?

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I dream of it endlessly in this hard, sharp world. Something that gives beneath the pressure of my fingers. Something that catches and cradles the vulnerable. Something that accepts and receives.


I long for it in the most impossible of places. …

Reflections on one year away from my nephew

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It has been a year now. Does that time register to you? Do you feel the heaviness of this anniversary?

No, I don’t think you do. You are too young. (And thank goodness. I never want you to be sad.)

It’s been a year almost to the minute as I…

Yael Wolfe

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