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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eI9DvgMZIi8 There is the kind we feel for our family. The kind you feel for our friends. The kind of love we feel for our partner. And yet another for the love we have for beautiful things – nature, art, life. What about the kind of love that happens when you are a therapist? We’re ...