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Recovering from being told I was Stupid
We have finally had lots of sunshine the past few days crunched between days and nights of high winds, rain...
Facing Grief in Covid Times
My father died suddenly almost 56 ago. He was 56 when he died, and he would have been 112 years...
Creating Safety
Every day we see the headlines and read the newsfeed – the latest Corona surge is running amuck; the most...
The Benefits of Long-Term Therapy
There does not seem to be an agreed upon definition of long-term psychotherapy. I have been a psychotherapist in private...
Acceptance: Deciding to Put Traumatizing Memories to Rest
Acceptance is a loaded term in American society. Many suffer from what I call the closing credits syndrome. This happens...
Life Lessons Learned during the Pandemic
I am looking out the living room window. Nobody is on the street and the quiet is daunting. It is...
Promise of Better Days Ahead: Part 10 Seeking Safety
I wake up in the morning religiously at four thirty AM. I have no need to get up that early. ...
How White People Will Benefit from Fighting Racism
It was sometime during 1969 at my house in suburban New Jersey. I was eighteen years old and one...
DV(Domestic Violence) Poem
This poem is dedicated to all the women I have known in my personal and professional life who have been...
Dealing with Shelter in Place, Stay at Home Orders: COVID-19 Crisis
Many states now have issued Shelter in Place, Stay at Home Orders as ways of preventing the spread of the...
Discovering that you are Worthy
Feeling unworthy can adversely affect the quality of your life. Read on to examine this issue. Ask yourself these questions:...
2014 2013 I Came Back from the Dead
Five years ago almost to the day, I was preparing for my routine five mile run. I had been running for over thirty years. I have ran five marathons and many other races. However for the past six months or so, I was having health problems. I had contracted the H-Pylori stomach virus that felt like a derailed train was navigating its way around my stomach. I couldn’t sleep very well because the pain wasIt is Time for the Helicopter Parent Syndrome to End
A helicopter parent is a father or mother who rarely allows their children to go unsupervised. These parents believe that their children are at risk of something horrible happening to them unless an adult is watching at all times. These parents also believe that their children are incapable of completing the most basic task without immediate adult involvement. Parents driving their kids to school, surrounding them at every sporting event, supervising “play dates” and hoveringThe Media-Parent Connection: Overplaying Fear – How It Hurts
Bob Livingstone, LCSW Used by permission from The Therapist July/August 2007 Take a look at present-day suburbia— what do you see? Neighborhoods filled with children, most of them playing indoors, usually by themselves. When they do engage in activities outside the home—soccer, baseball, martial arts, music lessons—today’s suburban children get shuttled from the house to the playing field or studio by their moms or dads in the family car. They return home the same way,Why Doesn’t Anyone do What I Want Them to do?
I ask this question when the following events or thoughts occur: Cars traveling too fast or slow on the freeway with their bright lights destroying the cornea of my eyes. Why do they insist on talking on their cell phones while ignoring the traffic around them? When I see news about Justin Bieber taking precedence over war in the Middle East, the NSA spying on us and the weather changes taking place all over theThe Pictures don’t Lie: Grief Turns into Love
My father died when I was fifteen years old; an event that has been the most intense trauma I have ever faced. He had a stroke on November 7, 1966 and died two days later. Any sense of innocence was demolished. My confused and curious heart turned into a cold, hardened rock which was way beyond my comprehension. I was numb for years and didn’t really cry about his death until I was forty. ThatFacing Grief and Loss during the Holidays
I am currently surrounded by friends who have lost love ones recently. During the best of times, it is very challenging to have someone close to you die. It is totally overwhelming to find yourself grieving during the holiday season. My mother died in December ten years ago and I remember how trying that experience was. My usual methods for self-protection were not working and the natural guardian of my heart system decided toLove in all the Right Places: What Qualities do you want in a Partner?
As a therapist in private practice, I often hear clients dismay and confusion about what criteria to use in selecting a partner. Some folks have an attitude that no one can be trusted to meet their needs. Therefore they either get in relationships with those they lack chemistry with or else they avoid intimacy altogether. These individuals usually try to play it safe because they fear that any risks in life are wroughtWhat are the Child Therapist’s Roles in High Conflict Divorce?
I have written about how high conflict divorce effects children and parents. This piece will focus on how high conflict divorce effects therapists. I am writing as a therapist whose primary treatment focus is the children. Therapists in these situations also have contact with the parents in an effort to lessen the conflict between them. In the best of possible worlds, parent co-counseling is provided by another professional who works in tandem with theMake Your Holiday Season Enjoyable With Exercise
The holiday session that begins around Thanksgiving and ends on New Year’s Day is supposed to be a time of joyful celebration and relaxation. However, many of us go through an entirely different experience during that month-and-a-half. There are those among us who simply dread the holidays for a variety of reasons. Many of us don’t have the money at this point in our lives to buy theExercise plus Music: Grief makes a Full Circle
Forty seven years ago today was the day of my father’s funeral. I am out on my daily five mile run and I am listening to the iconic What Becomes of the Broken Hearted. I must have listened to this song over one thousand times. I have a powerful memory of sitting on my bed in Highland Park, New Jersey and listening to this song on my tiny transistor radio. It was moments before I
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