I’m White. In the wake of George Floyd’s murder, I know whatever I say will not be enough or right or politically correct. If I say nothing, I’m complicit. If I say something, it may be perceived as too White bread or too nice or I’m speaking for POC, Person of Color, in a way I should not.
It Takes A Village… of Women It Takes a Village This is for all the mothers out there. I grew up in a neighborhood of mothers. Whether they were or not in the traditional sense, I don’t really know. I do know my friends and I were under their watchful eyes....
Here I Go, Crying Again If you ask me, I will tell you I am doing fine. For the most part, I’m productive, and my schedule hasn’t changed too, too much. I get outside as often as I can enjoying the smells of spring in full bloom. Mmm, wild honeysuckle on the vine....
Giving Myself Grace I’m in the in-between. I know. It sounds like an episode of Stranger Things and the Upside Down. It’s a phrase I often use with my psychotherapy and coaching clients. You’re in the in-between, I say, between something ending, the sadness and grief...
It’s All In My Head Psychological Time I have a love/hate relationship with my electric toothbrush, shamed into getting one by my plaque-vigilant dental hygienist. There I am tilted so far back in the exam chair it feels like my bladder is in my stomach and...
Truth Telling: The Power of Journaling The power of journaling lies in your ability to be honest with yourself. I had the honor and privilege of teaching a journaling workshop to a group of very brave, courageous women last week. For this particular group, I...
