Category Archives: Writings

When the sun disappears beneath the horizon, casting its warmth upon distant lands, and the moon playfully reveals itself behind the trees, a mischievous little gremlin awakens from hidden crevices. This creature, an untamed and spirited beast, possesses an insatiable appetite and, if left to its own devices, would indulge until sunrise, risking a sugar-inducedContinue reading “Pour Some Sugar On Me”

Well, Dave and I just booked our first excursion for our month-long trip to Georgia—an overnight stay in Beaufort, South Carolina. It’s a charming coastal town with walkable streets and a used bookstore. Dave was sold on the idea after hearing a podcaster from the show “The Editors” rave about his visit there. While 99Continue reading “Sugar Shack”

When my job takes a serious turn and I feel like I’m failing, the thought of quitting often creeps into my mind. Today, that feeling hit me hard with a one-two punch—an overwhelming sense of incompetence with a 13-year-old client and two letters from the Department of Social Services and Disabilities that pushed me toContinue reading “Recalculating Route”

I’m feeling accomplished. A bamboo beaded octopus curtain hangs, separating our clothes closet from the add-on attic closet. It gives off a vibe like you’ve stepped into a tarot card-reading lady’s house who’s getting handsy with a crystal ball. I am absolutely beat. My puppies have overheated, my brain feels fried, and if I hadContinue reading “Plop Plop Fizz Fizz”

From one week to the next, I witnessed a client’s belief completely shift from “I can’t handle this” to “I can handle this.” It was remarkable to see how quickly his anxious symptoms transformed from causing chaos to a more focused and calm state. I’d like to believe it was my magical counseling skills atContinue reading “Belief Relief”

“No escape from reality, open your eyes, look up to the sky and see!” Queen starts up stage left, as I begin a lecture stage right. What’s perception, and what’s reality? I had a thought-provoking conversation about all the ways we perceive rejection from others. They didn’t look at me, rejected. They didn’t call meContinue reading “Illusory Advisory”

As Evelyn’s three-and-a-half-year-old self waited for Archie to finish his meal, she plopped down beside me as I brainstormed for this blog. I asked her, “To the people, what do you want to say?” “I very want to sleep in your bed with you but you said no. Grandma give my shark to me, andContinue reading “Future Blogger”