by Randi Fredricks, Ph.D. | Mar 19, 2026 | Joy, Love, Relationships, Sacred, Spirituality
When I was 16, I spent a fall weekend on a Church retreat on the South Side of Chicago with about 30 other teenagers. We stayed at Hyde Park Union Church with pastors from our local Church. Late Friday night, several of us went out and walked around the Church’s...
by Randi Fredricks, Ph.D. | Mar 18, 2026 | Joy, Love, Passion, Relationships
The gentle revolution of a soft heart in a hard world. We live in a world that glorifies the hard charge. The hustle. The grind. The relentless pursuit of more—more success, more intensity, more fire. We’re taught to push through, to power up, to never let them see us...
by Randi Fredricks, Ph.D. | Mar 13, 2026 | Joy, Love, Sacred, Spirituality
What a magnificent web we weave when we practice to receive. I want to tell you about the moment I told a stranger to “Have a beautiful life.” That exchange was complete in a way that the original exchange had not quite been. The blessing offered and the blessing...
by Randi Fredricks, Ph.D. | Mar 13, 2026 | Emotions, Eroticism, Joy, Love, Men, Passion, Relationships, Sexuality, Women
Unleashing the fantasy: How roleplay and power dynamics can transform your sex life. There’s a moment, just as you slip into a character, when something electric shifts between you and him. It’s not just sex anymore—it’s a game, a story, a world where the rules are...
by Randi Fredricks, Ph.D. | Mar 12, 2026 | Humor, Joy, Love, Sacred
Joy is arguably the most powerful force on the planet. Prologue: The Time Joy Ambushed Me in a Grocery Store Let me set the scene: I’m in Costco, a place where dreams go to die (or at least get bulk-bought and then forgotten in the back of a pantry). I’m pushing a...
by Randi Fredricks, Ph.D. | Mar 11, 2026 | Joy, Love, Men, Relationships, Sexuality, Women
Release the beast by unleashing him. There’s a moment—that split second when your fingers tangle in his hair and yank his head back, when your teeth sink into the tender flesh of his shoulder, when your nails dig into his skin just hard enough to leave a mark—when...
