I had the most bananas experience yesterday. I believe that’s the clinical term for it; bananas. Someone who I had set a clear boundary with and asked for space made a choice to be about as close as humanly possible to me in a gym in which there was plenty of room to be elsewhere. They were literally inches from my body for an extended period of time, choosing an exercise machine beside me, when several others were available. And…
My cousin sent me a text last night. It was a post from her dad, my uncle, who is the son of a Holocaust survivor. He’s the son of my 101-year-old Grandfather who was a prisoner in concentration camps for over 5 years while he was starved, tortured, and enslaved and while his entire family was brutally murdered. I won’t repeat the post because I do not wish to trigger anyone further, but it’s a MAGA-forward post about reclaiming our…
“I have no idea how to be a therapist today.” That was the first text I read this morning among other texts from colleagues all sitting dumbfounded by the unthinkable: another Trump presidency. I remember in 2016 going to bed early with a migraine but confident that things were looking good. I had just rocked my infant daughter to bed, excited that she would get to see a woman be president of our country. I awoke to my heart dropping…
In the spirit of Halloween, I’m going to write about something really scary that’s been a theme in my writing this year….letting go, moving on, and saying goodbye to relationships and people who are no longer healthy for you to be involved with. Today is actually a big anniversary for me. It marks the beginning of the end of a relationship that was deeply painful for me. At the time, I thought the ending was one of the worst things…
Yesterday a deeper therapy conversation about one’s sense of self and values unexpectedly led to a discussion about Harry Potter houses. Then again, for those of you who know me (and who know my love of Harry Potter, The Enneagram, and personality assessments in general) it may come as no surprise that I’ve taken a sorting hat quiz, or two, or fifteen over the years. Though unlike other personality tests, which have sometimes fluctuated for me between two or three…
In music, a composition for an individual instrumental audition will often also come with an accompaniment. For example, when I would have an oboe audition, there was usually a piano accompaniment that was written for the piece that would support my main melodic part, would offer my piece some rests, and would enhance the overall musicality of the composition. When there is an accompaniment given in a piece of music, it is meant to be an additive process, making the…
I’m writing today with sad news. Yesterday we said goodbye to our beloved schnoodle Vallie; our furry family member of 16 ½ years. Vallie was kind, playful, gentle, loyal, spunky, and beyond sweet. She was really all you could ask for in a dog. Vallie came to us on a leap year in February 2008. We had wanted to adopt a dog, but all of the local shelters only had larger, higher shedding breeds and my now husband and I…
Over the weekend I took my kids to the pool. Even though my kids have both been proficient swimmers for several years, they have to retest with the pool’s lifeguards every summer to ensure that they are capable of swimming independently. My daughter was pumped for the test. “I’m going to swim really fast and finish this and then go off the diving board and then go down the slide and then use my goggles and go underwater a lot!”…
There’s an analogy I read recently about how our issues “spill” out of us when we get “bumped into”. The analogy tells the story of a person walking around with a cup of coffee and someone bumps into them, resulting in their coffee spilling everywhere. That person subsequently blames the other who ran into them saying, “You bumped into me and that’s why my coffee spilled!” The idea is that whatever is in your cup will spill out and therefore…
I just got back from the most wonderful retreat. I was with 22 women, each of whom brought their beautiful hearts, vulnerability, and precious life stories. Every person there showed up with intentionality and a desire to heal alongside other women. I was, and continue to be, deeply impacted and moved by the experience. Early in the retreat we made altars in which we contributed meaningful items, pictures, and symbols from different parts of ourselves and stages of our lives….