If all went well, our parents were at times angelic figures that swooped in to patch bruised knees and kiss bonked elbows. At others, they were daunting figures of justice, forging via discipline the parameters of our expected behavior in order to make us acceptable and well mannered in the eyes of the world.

Our parents, in early years, served as both caretaker and authoritarian, and for their part were constantly grappling with an incomprehensible task: to be both loving and firm. …


(It’s way sexier that you don’t.)

“He told me: ‘you know you’re good at playing the character this specific way: powerless, almost like a victim. What if you tried to tackle it from a place of power?’”

“How do you feel about that?” I asked her.

“He’s right. I feel like I’ve been detached from my own power for so long I can’t even fully remember what it looks or feels like; but I’m starting to feel more like it’s there, it’s just not being accessed.”

We both shot each other a knowing look, and raised our glasses for a…


“Whether you define yourself as a brain, a body, or a soul, how you navigate the world and relationships is largely influenced by your past experiences… by your memory.” -Hal Shorey Ph.D.Psychology Today.

I did not want to open it. Fervently. The drawer was practically brimming with what I considered useless sh*t: old pictures from middle school, love letters from adolescent crushes, scraps of paper and movie tickets and broken heart-shaped key chains. The remnants of a childhood left swiftly behind without remorse. Pieces of a life and girl I no longer was, and didn’t particularly want to get to…


In my mind, projects are divided into the kinds of truth they reveal — under the assumptions that all art reveals a truth — and how they reveal it. Sometimes, in longer form essays like this oldie but goodie, it’s about sharing something deeply personal yet universally experienced (in that particular essay: the experience of trying to cover shame and insecurity with vanity. We’ve all done it.) The truth is shame and inadequacy. How it’s expressed is revelation, bluntly and in a straightforward admission.

In other projects, it’s about exploration of an emotion/thought/feeling/question. How it’s shared varies, and is also…


Essential tips to rest the heart & soul during times of stress, illness, and uncertainty

This post was originally published on RachaelYahne.com

Sometimes it feels like a wonderland, my home. A warm and irresistibly capable space that welcomes — almost begs — for creative exploration. The small velvet couch to lay and dream on, the wide white rug to sprawl books and pages across, the tiny patio to sit and watch the wonders of this little enclave of existence from; palms swaying, a neighbor cat minxing, the endless fortress of open windows next door with their drapes dancing about. …


I shouldn’t have been nervous. We’ve worked together before. I could blame the isolation snacking, or the TedTalk I’d watched at 2:00am about the phenomenon of a ‘True Mirror’, (which if you aren’t familiar, prepare to never look in a mirror the same way again). Either way, the nerves were present, all to do something I’d done many times before with a photographer who, in all likelihood, has seen my every bad angle.

“We might need to do some re-decorating and rearranging here,” Scott Edwards-Silva tell me, as he looked at my apartment through his phone, assessing my tiny place…


All those years wishing we could just get a break from the hustle and bustle, and suddenly we’ve all found we have a little too much time alone with our thoughts! The mind is a powerful thing, and as many of us are realizing, untamed thoughts can lead to destructive patterns (over sleeping, excessive snacking) and negative emotions (worry, fear, anxiety to name a few). If starting a meditation practice was already on your long list of to-dos, isolation might be the perfect time to start. Plus, it’s a scientifically proven method of relaxation that can lead to a plethora…


This post was originally published on: RachaelYahne.com

The stage was dark, only a few dozen seats lined up and half filled in the blackness, while Jane prepared herself to take the stage. Sweetly, light-heartedly she came out to the lights blasted and told us that should we need to leave, the exit was in the back, an additional policy on photography, and the pertinents. It was Jane as herself, but not Jane as the candid performer she was about to become; a bit of casual calm before the drama to unfold. Then blackness again. Spotlight up. A young girl, childhood…


This story was originally published on RachaelYahne.com

“I can feel it breaking…or maybe it’s me breaking through it.” I told her. You’d remember her as being the friend I once told a terrible secret. She’s now my very intimate friend who gifted me an incredible kit for my birthday to help me burn off the last year of life and welcome in my new intentions on my recent birthday. The ceremony helped to get me past some things I needed to let go of, which included people, patterns and habits. But even after the rituals, there was the element of…


This article was originally published by the author on RachaelYahne.com

“Don’t tell anyone” I whispered, sheepishly. “But Saturday is my birthday.”

I know I’m not alone in approaching my birthday this way. It’s gotten to the point, in my early 30’s, where I only tell people for two reasons. The first is necessity: for example, that I need them to cover me at work, a special day requiring a special albeit confidential favor. The second is that we’re close friends and I might, if I’m feeling jazzy, actually want to perform some kind of low-key ceremonial celebration, in the form…

Rachael Yahne

Lifestyle writer, essayist & award-winning blogger for mags, books & blogs. Published by: Cosmo, Seventeen, HuffPost, Seattle Times, more. www.RachaelYahne.com

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store