Can we pretend this time jump was intentional? No? Okay.It’s been 3 years since I last published on this little blog. I am both the same and very, very different than I was at that last post. A month after the last thing I wrote here, the world shut down. We watched dead bodies by ...
From the earliest point of his existence, Ari, my son, knew how to comfort me. It feels weird and uncomfortable to say. It’s supposed to be the other way around, right? Like what kind of inappropriate attachment are you fostering Ms. Therapist? But. This is also how I see God. Ari was a little tricky ...
I will not apologize or distress on the rounded edges, the soft and rolling belly, of my core. This body held life -twice- & death. This flesh heard your stories & carried them with you. I am the weight of my sadness & my healing, my anger & my release. I will birth more – ...
Belly down on the lumpy pillow top mattress we bought at discount five years ago my right eye squished closed into the pillow, I open my left to glance at the clock. A red 5 flares back at me, the rest of the time obscured. A low rumbling from the baby monitor tells me my ...
There is a scene in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – arguably the most important scene of the film/book – wherein Aslan, the “King of the Wood”, the great lion, offers himself to the White Witch as a sacrifice in the place of a traitor. In Narnia, the magic that brought the world ...
It’s me and the cat and the soft red blanket of my bed. His warm body is curled to my left. His purring and the thrumming of his paws as they knead is a slow lullaby. All electronics are off. No news stories. No urgent text messages. No to-do lists. I roll to my side ...
I’ve lost count how many times I’ve walked alongside someone on the edge of suicide. Clients. Friends. I talked about it last night. I talked about it this morning. In Massachusetts, death by suicide occurs at a rate 4.6x higher than that of homicide. It is the second leading cause of death among the ages ...
The weather is changing here in Boston. There is a slight nip in the morning air and sometimes I’m sure it actually smells different. I used to hate the change because it heralded a season of cold and darkness. I missed the beauty of it – how the leaves know what to do, how the ...
Across socioeconomic statuses and geographical lines, there is a widely held belief that grief or pain or sadness is best tucked away for private, solitary moments. Public tears ought to be shed quickly and quietly. Further still, is a social norm that equates the expression of sadness with a state of weakness (and weakness is ...
In my last post I shared a little about the connection that develops between client and therapist. You can re-read that post here. I have been a little hesitant to continue to share, as I am afraid it is too difficult to explain and may sound strange or unboundaried, and that that is somehow ...