The New Year Isn't a Fresh Start and that's Okay

 If someone you love has died, it's probably more than clear to you that our relationship with them goes on after they are gone. I think it's the same way with time. I know we have longed for 2020 to be behind us, but our history is with us. I don't see this as being sad or scary - to love our lives fully, to grow and change- we must mature and accept all that makes us who we are. As always, I'm honored to have my work accepted and featured on Medium in Human Parts. I hope this brings some peace and understanding - even a little bit. The New Year Isn't a Fresh Start and that's Okay

Imagining My Family's Way Through the Pandemic

 So many parents have a difficult time talking with their kids about not only the pandemic, but many aspects that are painful in life - cancer, divorce, death, addiction.  This essay appears in Medium's Human Parts.  It looks at how I've dealt with sharing grief with my kids.  Imagining My Family's Way Through the Pandemic

Your Therapist Loves You

 Thanks to Medium's Human Parts for publishing this piece. I am fortunate to love my job and love the people I work with, especially in some of life's hardest moments.

Your Therapist Loves You

I'm not arguing about politics anymore

 Mental health and civics/political life are not disconnected.  Here's some thoughts about keeping your sanity in this very polarizing time.  

I'm Not Arguing Politics Anymore

Protest is the Sixth Stage of Grief

 This essay is published on Medium. It looks at anger, grief, the grocery store, and masks - the ones we wear to protect ourselves, and the ones we might not even know we are wearing.  

Protest is the Sixth Stage of Grief

The Perils of Dating in Middle Age

People may not want to know about a therapist (or their therapist) dating.  I'll try not to be too embarassing. :)

The Perils of Dating in Middle Age

Meditation on the Long, Lonesome Pandemic

I know we are all feeling isolated in different ways.  Physical and emotional. Sometimes spiritual.  The waters here are not chartered.  Maybe there is togetherness in the not knowing.

Meditation on the Long, Lonesome Pandemic