Edie Weinstein explores the meaning of gender.
As her love journey continues, Edie Weinstein shares her new found confidence and requirements for her relationships.
When I have observed unhealthy relationships, I have thanked my lucky stars that I was single. When I recall some of the dynamics in previous relationships, I have turned my gaze heavenward, nodded and winked.
The map of the journey to love looks different for each person who unfolds it. Edie Weinstein helps to navigate the winding roads.
Edie Weinstein tells a story about her parents, now gone, and the special way they had of connecting.
You might be surprised to learn that, for some people, pervasive suicidal thoughts and actions can have addictive qualities.
Am I glorifying thin-ness; the hot bod I had in my teens and twenties? I tell myself that this five and half decades old body has absorbed love and adoration that the itsy bitsy one could only dream of. It has survived injuries and illness for which I am grateful. It has offered and received pleasure and anticipates more of same.
As accomplished as I may seem to be, I experience imposter syndrome, which tells me I will never be enough.
Edie Weinstein wonders about empathy and how we process all that is going on in a world where information about bad things happening all over is omnipresent.
When Edie Weinstein took the stage to tell a story, she wasn’t prepared to be afraid. Here’s how she got through it.
After her husband died, Edie Weinstein raised her son alone. Now she reflects on whether one parent can or should even try to fulfill the roles of both.
Does a woman need a man to keep her life on track? Edie Weinstein’s father gave conflicting advice.
Edie Weinstein almost worked herself to death. Now she’s sharing tips to maintain a happier, healthier lifestyle.
Edie Weinstein looks at modern male-female relationship dynamics.
A therapist and family caregiver ponders the implications of being able to choose the manner of our life, and death.
This Tree Hugging Hippie Pacifist Needs To Go Heart To Heart With Those Who Glorify War