Boss Stage Healing

At recess in 5th, maybe 6th grade, I used to jump rope double-dutch. If you’ve never held your hands up to catch the rhythm of the ropes, rushed into the eye of the slapping lasso, stutter-stepped until panting, then raced out to survive the whip of the cord, you’ve missed quite a thrill, as wellContinue reading “Boss Stage Healing”

Your Mama Don’t Dance

“I’m going to take Evelyn and go.” Is all I heard my husband say. Even though it would be just to the playground – that’s not how it felt. Tears followed, and I took my dinner plate silently to the sink and headed upstairs. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I struggled for breathContinue reading “Your Mama Don’t Dance”

Only The Lonely

We long for closeness and attachment in spite of our fears and insecurities about doing so. They lurk inside us – buying their time – until they strike and grab hold of us as suddenly as an alligator on its prey. I shared a concern with a client today; that they were coming to sessionsContinue reading “Only The Lonely”

Crack Open, Please!

You’ll be happy to know the next step in my adventure of raising ducks is almost here! “Any day now” is the email response I just received from the lady on OfferUp about their hatching. So I’m like a kid watching the clock on the last day of school before the summer break. I can’tContinue reading “Crack Open, Please!”

Final Thoughts

Suicide notes, one of the final actions of a person’s life, have always interested me. I recently found a study that analyzed 23 suicide notes with the goal of adding to the literature on suicide prevention. The results showed that over 80% of the notes included shame, guilt, or an apology in their contents. WhichContinue reading “Final Thoughts”

Keep Your Head Up

While reading “Bumpy the Car” to my two and half-year-old daughter, Evelyn, I noticed the difference in her legs’ length. I’m used to seeing it by now in the skip-like nature of her run and the way her pant legs bunch. “This is not clubfoot.” The misdiagnosis by the midwife is a common one, andContinue reading “Keep Your Head Up”

Stick With It

My mother’s memory shook her disapproving head at the amount of shampoo I placed on my hand and lathered into my hair moments ago. Were you also taught not to be wasteful in specific areas of the household? It’s funny how those tidbits stick with you. And how, even though I’m a million light-years awayContinue reading “Stick With It”

Cheers, To Me

Uh oh, this is what I feared; a blank mind. I need to have something to write about. Right? But shouldn’t this be a good thing, a time when all my inner voices have settled down and are finally taking a nice, long siesta? I recall a phone call with a good friend years ago,Continue reading “Cheers, To Me”