Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyI’m Three Months Into Perimenopause and I Want A RefundIs anyone ever ready?Jun 7, 202241Jun 7, 202241
Danielle LoeweninPollinate MagazineHow to Be a Woman When You Have Absolutely No Idea How to Be a WomanA journey through femininity and backMay 23, 202220May 23, 202220
Danielle LoeweninSensual: An Erotic LifeGetting Herpes Was One of the Best Things that Ever Happened to MeThe only way to deal with the shame is to confront itApr 6, 202239Apr 6, 202239
Danielle Loeweninit’s just foamThat Ultra Creepy Time I Walked Onto The Set of A Hitchcock FilmThe spook-factor was in between Misery and The BirdsMar 7, 202231Mar 7, 202231
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyThe Secret Ingredient to Learning When to Shout a Brazen “Yes!”The trip that taught me how not to miss a moment of pleasureFeb 22, 202226Feb 22, 202226
Danielle LoeweninInspired WriterThe Most Toxic Effect of Modern Life Is the Slow Entropy of FeelingWhy creativity matters more than everJan 29, 202251Jan 29, 202251
Danielle LoeweninThe Museum of the Neurodivergent Aesthetic — MONDAAre You Mind-Blind?What it’s like reading and writing without mental picturesSep 10, 202126Sep 10, 202126
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyStale Platitudes Are About As Helpful As Assholes on ElbowsThere are no magical solutions for sufferingDec 28, 202131Dec 28, 202131
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathySometimes the Dark Side of the Moon Is the Cure for a Lonely HeartA night of music and post-relationship mentorshipOct 25, 202118Oct 25, 202118
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyThe Worst Part Isn’t the Sadness or the GriefWhy the second arrow always hurts moreMay 28, 202110May 28, 202110
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyReclaiming My Inner Space on a Nicaraguan BeachMovement and play are potent medicineAug 5, 202120Aug 5, 202120
Danielle LoeweninWriters’ Blokke10 Things I Could Possibly Live a Bleak and Empty Life WithoutAnd the pictures to prove I never willAug 7, 202138Aug 7, 202138
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyMy Most Satisfying Breakup of All TimeThey aren’t all a heart-destroying apocalypseJun 15, 202115Jun 15, 202115
Danielle LoewenParenting With An Ample Glass of Happy Hour Wine In Hand Can Be Life-SavingThis is not adviceJan 17, 202220Jan 17, 202220
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyI’m Still Mad My Parents Sold My Childhood HomeMy playground and my first laboratoryJul 12, 202116Jul 12, 202116
Danielle LoeweninPolitically SpeakingMy Privileged Body as I Reenter the CityWalking through Treaty 1 in spiralsAug 19, 20216Aug 19, 20216
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyEven Frail, Broken Humans Can Create MiraclesThe small kindnesses of strangers are the way the Universe says ‘I love you’Sep 19, 202122Sep 19, 202122
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyA Long, Dark Night on Ayahuasca Was an Unexpectedly Liberating ExperienceIt took a psychoactive drug to show me my self-worthSep 22, 202116Sep 22, 202116
Danielle LoeweninAge of EmpathyI Used to Judge Parents Who Looked at Their Cell PhonesAnd then I became oneJun 10, 202116Jun 10, 202116
Danielle LoeweninP.S. I Love YouMaybe There Are Two “Species” of Humans: Collaborators and CompetitorsWhat if the Wachowskis were right?May 21, 20213May 21, 20213
