Writing

The blog.
It still exists.

These days most of my thinking ends up on the podcast — but for those who prefer reading over listening, here's the archive.

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From the Archive

The Maze

May 2018

At an event, I noticed a stranger with a semicolon tattoo — a symbol of a life not ended — set inside a maze. It stopped me cold. For those trying to reach someone who is struggling, even bumping around on the outside of that maze matters. And for those inside it: we see the occasional flower blooming in the ivy on the wall. We know what it hints at. We won't stop trying.

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All Posts
Mar 2018
"…But it's Fine."
On why we minimize our own pain — and why the size of someone else's suffering doesn't shrink yours.
May 2018
What is Therapy?
The couch still looms in people's psyche. What therapy actually looks like when the therapist shows up as a real human being.
May 2018
Silence is (Not Always) Golden
Silence is a tool. Leaving someone sitting in it for too long becomes a power play — and that has no place in the therapeutic relationship.
May 2018
Guilt vs. Shame
Guilt is "I did something bad." Shame is "I am bad." They're not the same thing — and the road out of each is different.
May 2018
A Little About Me and How I Work
I don't have a professional persona I put on when a client walks in. You get all of me. Here's what that actually looks like.
Jul 2016
Emotions are Contagious
On the power of staying calm when everyone else isn't — and the OB who walked into a chaotic delivery room and settled the whole thing with her hands.
May 2016
Self on the Shelf
When someone says something kind and you can't let it in — you don't have to accept it. But you don't have to throw it away either. Put it on the shelf.
Feb 2016
Group Love
I told six strangers on the first day of group that they would fall in love with each other. By the second session, they knew I was right.
Jan 2016
Bittersweet 16
When my first daughter was less than a month old, I wrote her a letter to be opened on her 16th birthday. This is the week it gets opened.