There are three weird things about me. …oook, maybe there are more than three, but let’s say three weird things that are uncommon to dislike, or three things that are fun factoids. The kinds of things you share with people one of the first times you meet, things you know will be conversation starters, or … More Letting Go and Watching the Storm
When I started writing this blog, it never occurred to me that people would read it. I mean, I figured someone would read it, but these few someones were far off figures in a distant somewhere. People who I didn’t know and who had no idea who I really was. This is silly of course, … More Skeletons and Celestial Bodies
I always try to be honest. After years of lying to myself, and as a consequence (I’m ashamed to admit) lying to others, I have made it a mission to always be truthful. That’s sometimes difficult enough on it’s own, but it gets even trickier when the truth is not always so obvious, like when … More Big White Lies
I was recently in Greece, floating around on a catamaran with my husband and two other couples, where nothing but when to slather on sunscreen next was of concern. We happily drifted from one port to the next, one sunrise to sunset, one meal to another. It was a vacation of the best kind of … More The blues of the Aegean Sea
When I was in college, my friends and I would often take week long camping trips during the Summer. One of our favorite places was in Canada, near Lake Huron and sand dunes, where we could sprawl out over several campsites, far away from the rest of the world, and spend our time swimming, eating, … More On the Pinery and Pining
Right now, I’m on the precipice of turning thirty. My toes are dangling out over the edge and I’m peering into unfamiliar territory. Pretty soon, life will shove me over whether or not I’m ready. 30. That’s a big deal. Or at least seems like it should be. I’ve had my fair share of reactions … More On turning 30
Ten years ago, I was in a very bad place in my life. I had gone through some things that I never thought I’d move past. Looking back now, I can say that these things have led me to the life I lead now. I don’t know if I would be a psychologist had I … More Life finds a way
Sometimes, when I’m sitting at my desk amidst piles of client files, shuffling through them, making notes, organizing, I get the sense that I’m still just “playing doctor.” I suddenly feel like I’m back in my childhood home pretending to be a college professor with my old biology textbook and workbook exercises that I’m assigning … More Wait, am I an adult?
I’ll admit that I have my fair share of body image issues; as a woman in America, it’s almost impossible not to. I had always just sort of assumed that my body image issues must have come from my mother, because isn’t that where the blame always goes? (I should know better, I’m a psychologist playing into … More It turns out my mother is actually a superhero
Last week, a coworker of mine was talking about her childhood dreams. She was showing everyone pictures of her children and talking about how as a child, she had dreamt of being a mother. She laughed about how she used to tell everyone that her dream car was a minivan. I sat across the table … More Everyone is getting married or having kids and I just posted a picture of my awesome dinner
A Therapist Writes 