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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:...
2013 Exercise plus Music leads to Discovering Unconditional Love
I was in the beginning of my five mile run and was listening to Lou Reed’s Heroin. This may be the most honest and stark description of drug use ever recorded. The speed of the song starts slowly then hits an intense crescendo with jangling guitars; this haunting pattern is repeated throughout the song. I was wondering what caused so many people to escape their reality by taking potentially lethal substances. Drugs andLetting Go of Needing to be Perfect
Many of us are plagued with the desperate compulsion to be perfect. We operate in a world where we are taught that anything less than total flawlessness is utter failure. This includes school grades, job assignments, household chores, measuring up to what you assume peers or partner expectations are and meeting parent’s demands. This need to be perfect creates ongoing anxiety and can cause physical symptoms such as stomach pain, headaches and lethargy. TheWhy it is important for our Children to have Friends
In my practice and personal life, I interact with many children. I am always curious about what social trends are actually happening as opposed to those being blown up in the media. One story that doesn’t seem to get much play is the fact that America’s children seem to be very isolated from their peers. They don’t seem to have close friendships and they rarely see other children outside of school, unless it is anChild Addiction to Video Games/Electronics: A National Crisis that Cries out for Intervention
We know that many of our children are addicted to video games and electronic devices. The documented effects are: obesity, irritability, decreased academic performance, increased laziness, decreased socialization with peers and family, over exposure to violence and overstimulation of the brain. There are other issues that tie into these researched problems that are addressed here. First of all, how do we know that our children are addicted to electronics? If you ask you child to
Physical Exercise plus Music Heals Grief and Loss
I was exhausted and my sleep was interrupted every five seconds by intrusive thoughts and the need to go to the bathroom. This latter thing is an unwelcome feature of aging. I had one of those nights where I was aware of each word that came to mind and I never really fell into a restful sleep. It was dawn and the sun was starting to burst through the fog remnants. I rolled outHelp! I’m Trapped in the Middle of my Parent’s Divorce and I Can’t get Out
My name is Theo and I am eleven years old. My parents have been divorced for five years and I have a sister, Elaine who is thirteen. I live at my mom’s house for a few days and then I stay with my dad for the remainder of the week. Every weekend I alternate staying at each of their houses. It can get confusing and there are many times I don’t know where my stuff
Love Lives on Long after You Have Gone: The Grief Chronicles
It has been nearly forty seven years since my father died and left me dazed, frightened and alone. My last blog entry described the process it took for me to let go of torturing myself; wondering if he loved me or not. I came to the conclusion that there is no way of ever getting a definitive answer to that question so I gracefully let it float away. I think about my father in ways
How to Accept Life’s Heartbreaks
The word acceptance is a loaded term that is used in all types of media. It is utilized in self-help circles and the psychotherapy world. It is tossed around on talk shows and in relationship books. Folks forever strive for this magical place, but they are generally unclear about the true definition of the word. As a culture we are addicted to reaching this mythical state of acceptance. This false journey in seeking acceptance is
Grief takes a New Turn: Did you Love me Dad?
I’m running pretty fast on the outskirts of my San Francisco neighborhood. The sun is breaking through the fog and I am in a pretty good mood. I am three miles into my almost daily five mile run. The wireless headphones are pumping the sounds through my ears down through my body as I feel at one with my surroundings. The next song that comes on is Bonnie Raitt’s “I Can’t Make You Love me”Stand Up for Affordable and Compassionate Healthcare
I have had several medical issues during the last few years. They have ranged from a life threatening condition to being over diagnosed for medical conditions that rarely exist. These experiences have led me to be feel traumatized and disillusioned by our country’s health care system. I have felt powerless, hopeless, ashamed and humiliated. There is shame attached to being ill in this country and this state of being was exacerbated by my dealings with
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