When my son was in elementary school, I put his clothes in the dryer every morning before I woke him up. It was a survival tactic. Getting him out of bed had become a daily negotiation. He hated leaving his warm, “tozy” bed, and he told me so every single morning. So I flipped the … Learn More
My first therapy session was in 2002. My brother had just taken his life. My husband was one month into a seven-month Marine Corps deployment. I was stuck in a job I didn’t enjoy. I was alone in a heavy, dark place, the kind where even the things you love stop bringing joy. My friends … Learn More
A client called me recently, still shaking. Mascara everywhere. She’d just been called into her boss’s office, where he informed her — at volume, with fist-on-desk percussion — that she wasn’t getting it, her thinking was dim, and an intern could’ve done better. Each insult came with a little crescendo, like he was building to … Learn More
It’s 80 degrees in Northern Michigan. Every day. The kind of stretch that makes you want to drop the doors off your Jeep and just go. On Saturday, I was behind two guys doing exactly that. Mid-aged, hats on backwards, golf clubs stacked in the back seat, Van Halen loud enough to hear through closed … Learn More
