Chapped, rough lips covering my entire mouth. Hungry, wet tongue slamming into the back of my throat. My chest heaving, gasping for air that is hard to find. A cold hand forcing it’s way up my shirt. Awkward, hard fingers frantically pulling at my bra to...
That sounds ridiculous right?? That there’s one way to do something so insanely complicated?? The idea that there actually are right answers?? And yet, we read those kinds of posts and articles all the time and hear it just as frequently. This is the...
Broken can be beautiful. Does that sound strange to you? Do you believe that it’s actually true or that I’m just trying to spin something? Initially, it sounded strange to me too, but it doesn’t take more than a minute or two when I really think...
It was October 16, 1996. I am 15 years old and sitting in an assembly at my high school chatting with my friends when the nurse finds me and tells me that my Mom is here and needs to talk to me. Meredith is dead.I hear my Mom’s words before I ever make it to the...
Well…”comfortable” is the wrong word. Even simply writing the title of this article makes me acutely UNcomfortable…like I’m violating a very significant law of the Universe. I was trained, as most psychotherapists, that you do...
I did it!! I finally did it!! I responded the way that I wanted to – parented in a way that I feel good about – when my child was acting like a monster. It’s a freakin’ Christmas miracle. Let me set this up for...
