No shame. No judgment. I promise.
I'm Leah and I'm so glad you're here
Like me, you’ve probably buried parts of yourself deep down, trying to be “good” and “normal.”
I’m here to help you unwind the stories blocking you from accessing your sexual pleasure and satisfaction. It’s time to escape the secrecy and messages about your sexuality – you are not broken!
I work with people just like you to embrace their true sexuality.
No shame.
No judgment.
No fear.
And no expectations of who or what is right for you.
In one-on-one or couples coaching, I would be honored to witness your journey.
Leah has given me permission to explore a side of myself I’ve never explored, and is both holding my hand and helping me find my own way. Thank you, Leah. You are changing my life by helping me overcome lifelong demons and embrace play, pleasure, and a strong sense of self-worth.
Leah made me feel supported and safe to share my deepest thoughts, fears, and questions around sex. I didn’t realize how much I’d been keeping things to myself.
How this "good girl" started talking about sex
Growing up, my father’s abuse taught me two things: 1) I was undesirable in every way, and 2) since I was never good enough, I was the problem.
It took me 42 years, a lot of heartache, and so much unpleasurable sex to realize that being a “good girl” who doubted her worth wasn’t actually working. When my mother passed away from cancer, I was devastated. But she was also the final tether to the old story of myself as the “good girl.” With both my parents gone, I could finally find out who I am.
I got rid of everything but the essentials, threw all my possessions in the car, and drove away from the familiar life I had known. I planned to spend a year traveling the United States in search of adventure and the next place I wanted to live.
What I found was a sexual awakening and sexual healing I could have never known was coming. I sought out sexy experiences I’d never allowed myself to have before, took classes on consent, boundaries, sexual communication, and more.
I stared straight into the face of the beast and dared to ask: “Am I really broken? Is it true that I’m undesirable? Am I actually meant to go the rest of my life without pleasure or true companionship?”
The answer to every one of those questions came back loud and clear: NO.
I no longer believe that “good girls” are quiet and docile and take care of everyone else’s needs before their own.
I learned how to embrace my true sexual identity, and I can guide you to do the same.
🎉 Secret Confessions 🎉
I grew up knowing it would be okay if I were gay or straight, but I had no idea there was such a thing as "bisexual." When I realized that I was attracted to women, I assumed that meant I was a lesbian! I didn’t know there was a word to describe me until a another bisexual woman shared her orientation in a women’s writing group. Talk about a ‘lightbulb moment’!
As a kid, my special “bonding time” with my dad was going out to record the license plates of mobsters. Yes, really. I thought it was a totally normal father-daughter activity.
There were always well-known people on the periphery of our lives because my dad collected celebrities the way other people collect baseball cards. Mr. Rogers once left a message on my family’s answering machine, which made me the coolest kid in 7th grade for approximately 2 hours.
I don’t like peanuts, but I’ve recently discovered that I love the process of biting into a peanut M&M, removing the peanut, and eating the chocolate and shell. My partner calls me a weirdo. (He’s right).
While working as a journalist in small-town Vermont, I was lucky enough to interview the former ambassador to Syria, and share a delicious multi-course meal that he and his wife prepared.
What secret confessions are you ready to share?
I've always been a storyteller
That’s actually how I was drawn to sex & intimacy coaching! I haven’t always talked about sex, but I’ve always loved creating community and healing disconnection from ourselves and each other.
From preschool ballet recitals to college theater productions, I didn’t exactly *shine* onstage, but I learned that I’m a hell of a stage director. Crafting stories and scenes just felt right.
Acting, as a profession, is fraught with rejection. I took every rejection as proof that my father’s words about my fatness, ugliness, and unlovability must be correct. I couldn’t be onstage, but I discovered that I have all the skills to be a stage manager.
My job? Mastermind the whole production while also remaining completely invisible. I became the hub for all communication, the holder of all information, and the master of all organization. While I was great at this new role, it also fed into my worst demons: perfectionism and hiding. After graduating summa cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa from Brandeis University, I worked in professional theaters and festivals around the US.
I was very grateful to work at incredible venues including Ragtime (Broadway), the Goodspeed Opera House, Spoleto Festival USA, Lincoln Center Out Of Doors, and more. I’ve also worked with luminaries of American musical theater, including Cy Coleman (Exactly Like You), Harvey Schmidt and Tom Jones (Mirette), Gary Beach (Music Man), Terrence Mann (multiple productions of the rock musical Romeo & Juliet), and many others.
In September 2001, I was working as an assistant stage manager on a production of Guys & Dolls at North Carolina Theatre. After the events of 9/11, we questioned whether we should open as scheduled on Sept 14. But the producers decided the show must go on. At the end of opening night, the cast invited the audience to join them in a singalong, including “God Bless America.” During those 5 minutes, I witnessed a crowd of over 2000 people transform from individuals in tremendous pain into a community grieving together. That moment showed me that I was ready to come out of the darkness of the backstage.
After watching the powerful transformation of groups that came together to share stories, I reached out to my favorite author Jodi Picoult (yes, that one) to create the workshop that would become Bosom Buddies: A story of breast cancer in eight voices. I also discovered that this transformational thing I was doing had a name: expressive disclosure! After touring 3 states and earning serious press, I was invited to write 2 articles about this work for the Journal of Cancer Education.
While Jodi Picoult insisted she had no time to take on the project, she also couldn’t turn it down. She agreed to come on board for two hours a week for 12 weeks, as long as I took care of everything else. I couldn’t say “yes” fast enough! From the first night, it was obvious that something special was going on. Eight women bared their deepest vulnerabilities as they wrote about going through diagnosis, treatment, and recovery from breast cancer.
In December 2004, the women shared their stories. Local ABC, CBS, PBS, and NPR affiliates, and numerous print publications picked up the story. And our three performances in the band room of a rural New Hampshire middle school drew an astonishing crowd of over 500 people! Following the incredible success of these local performances, exciting things started happening. We were invited to perform Bosom Buddies in venues around New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts, including as special guests at the New Hampshire Theater Awards in January 2005.
Watch clips from Bosom Buddies →
After Bosom Buddies performed near Dartmouth Medical School, the editor of the Journal of Cancer Education invited me to write an article about the process that Jodi and I had created. It’s extremely unusual for a non-doctor and non-academic to be invited to write for a peer-reviewed medical journal. As someone who dreaded writing papers in college, this was an unexpected surprise. The article examines the process of expressive disclosure. After that first publication, I was invited to submit a second column to the JCE about the value of “edutainment” for helping people to understand medical challenges.
Read about Expressive Disclosure →
Together, Jodi and I had created a workshop structure that could be replicated for groups of people dealing with any topic. While Jodi went back to writing bestsellers, I went on to facilitate more workshops on a variety of hot topics.
In 2007, I worked with a group of female physicians in rural New Hampshire and Vermont, resulting in an invitation to write about the process for publication Rural Roads (now Rural Horizons), a publication of the National Rural Health Association.
In 2009, I worked with groups of elders at three senior centers around northern New Hampshire, resulting in a series of performances around the state titled “Mindful Things.”
In 2014, I led my first workshop via video conferencing with women around the world in the wake of the #YesAllWomen uproar (a precursor to the #MeToo movement). This experience resulted in a book titled “You Are Not Alone: Stories from the front lines of womanhood.”
In 2015, I worked with 18-year-old dancer and eating disorder survivor Monica Ann Steffey to create a performance featuring stories and dance about body image and disordered eating .
When I was at one of my lowest points, I found life coaching and rediscovered myself.
And when I lost my mom to cancer after a two-year long battle in 2015, I had to dig even deeper to pull through. Again, storytelling helped me to heal – and revealed my path.
After my father passed away suddenly in 2000, the chronic depression I’d struggled with since my teen years sucked me into a deep black hole that lasted for several years. Thankfully, I began taking antidepressants and enrolled for a two-year intensive personal development program with Iyanla Vanzant in 2006. I walked in the door of the Inner Visions Institute for Spiritual Development on the brink of suicidal ideation, and walked out in 2008 having turned my life around — and with incredible training as a life coach. In 2013, I completed my official coaching certification from the School of Coaching Mastery.
A major part of my personal journey was challenging the belief that I was “fat” and “ugly”. In 2009, I published the journal and guide I wished I’d had while I was healing: Transforming Your Body Image: A journey to loving your body
For four years after that, I wrote a blog where I celebrated the things that went right in my life every day. The Miracle Journal eventually grew a devoted audience of Miracle Watchers, and I was interviewed on dozens of radio shows, including Intelligence For Your Life on the John Tesh Radio Network and multiple appearances on Hay House Radio.
Listen to me talk about daily miracles →
In 2010, I began a career as a journalist and got the single best piece of advice I’ve ever received: “An interview is just a conversation.” I was able to put this in practice for the next eight years as a journalist for northern Vermont’s daily newspaper, The Caledonian-Record. I honed my skills in learning how to set people at ease and lead them into deep and vulnerable conversations they might not normally have.
Read some of my favorite pieces →
In 2013, my mother began her two-year journey through cancer and I was by her side until the last moments of her life. We unfortunately had a terrible experience with the local hospice agency. After she passed, I channeled my grief and anger to create something positive: a year-long examination of how we can better support our loved ones through the dying process. The result was the 26-installment “Living With Dying” series.
After diving deep into the subject of death, it was time to come back to the land of the living. On a cross-country roadtrip, I finally explored my sexuality and let go of being the “good girl”. When friends started seeking me out to help them do the same, my coaching practice in the field of sex and intimacy was born! On the Good Girls Talk About Sex podcast, I interview ordinary women about their sexual histories. And as a coach, I work one-on-one with women to embrace their best sexual selves.
You rebel, you! All the way down here...
You’re ready to share your story and really explore your sexuality.
I’ve walked that path, for myself and alongside other amazing women.
You deserve pleasure. Your story deserves to be heard.
