It was August 1962 and I was eleven years old. New Jersey in the summer was hot and school was going to start in a month. My father, mother, sister and I were getting ready to head to Lake Sunapee, New Hampshire for a vacation with mom’s parents. My grandparents lived in Boston and I...
I am a psychotherapist who has been in private practice in the San Francisco Bay Area since 1987. I interact with clients, friends, colleagues and acquaintances daily about the state of their moods. I am struck by how many folks are feeling overwhelmed. They are having moments (sometimes more than moments) of depression and anxiety....
Ten years ago, April 15, 2009, I passed out while running and almost died. I didn’t tell anyone about collapsing on the grass for a week. This silence is due to a combination of toxic masculinity and denial. I was terrified two weeks later when my wife, Gail drove me to the Hospital Emergency Room....
