Flashback to my crappy, dismal, shoebox of a therapy room so many years ago when I was just starting out. I’m contemplating just how much I hate that the walls here are not mine to decorate. I am tossed from one impersonal depressing beige office to another at this job, serving my time as a …Read More
It’s heavy. The breath you take before you leave a long-term relationship. The weight of it can keep you mired down and fixated in a place that no longer suits you or serves you. I believe in long-term relationships, no doubt, but some are simply not meant to be. How then, can you differentiate between …Read More
I have watched “Little Women” more times that anyone I’ll bet. I am mesmerized by the plot, which is laden with resiliency, feminism, strength of family, and the overwhelming power and beauty of love with a strong appreciation for differences. My all-time favorite line in the movie is delivered by Jo’s older suitor Frederick. “Jo, …Read More
I remember that feeling inside – the fluttering butterflies. So long ago now… but you never forget that feeling of new love. I still get butterflies, not the same way, but I do. They happen randomly now, during intimate and not so intimate moments. I will find him particularly attractive at a party from across …Read More
I find that being a mother and a sexual being is a conundrum. By this, I mean they are a bit like oil and water – a challenging mix of roles. In our house we have these pocket doors leading into our master bedroom that were not proving to be very “private” at all, so …Read More
Some counseling sessions are just down right startling. I distinctly recall this one couple and the way they entered their first session at their initial intake looking unusually happy –perhaps some nervous energy, I thought. He wiggled in his seat and checked out my degrees, licenses, and certifications and other objects in the room. She …Read More
It’s a typical Thursday evening. Mayhem has ensued in the homework area while I am cutting up the salad ingredients. Bickering fills the kitchen and my tolerance is rapidly dwindling. “Really,” my little voice inside says. “Why must siblings be so mean? “ Then I think, “Is it a hazing type of thing? Breaking one …Read More
I can vividly recall my childhood visits to my grandparent’s house in the small coastal town of Sea Girt, New Jersey. We’d arrive to the aroma of her homemade clam chowder simmering along with the hint of sweet vanilla lingering in the air as her creamy cheesecake cooled in the counter. There was art everywhere …Read More
She entered my therapy office like a dead woman walking. Her face was sullen, blank – empty and her body physically frail. His eyes looked lost – full of guilt, remorse, and bloodshot from lack of sleep. There was a rage humming just beneath the surface, but she was clearly too emotionally exhausted to express …Read More
It was an off the hook windy, sunshiney fall Sunday morning and we were lingering in bed. This is the kind of morning that we live for — a little time to slow down and just be with one another. The little beings (even the furry ones) were all sleeping in. Nobody was asking us …Read More
