Fear.  If I try to recall how I felt as a child, I would have to say that I felt the emotion of fear more than any other.  It was a boa constrictor that wanted to squeeze the life out of me. I was afraid of adults, afraid[…]

On July 1st, Google is taking their RSS feed reader off the Internet, leading many of us to scramble around and find an alternative. Many people (including me) prefer to get the blogs they subscribe to via the “inbox” in their email program. I personally like that because[…]

I was born in 1951. A lot can happen in sixty years and a woman can grow older in what feels like a flash. One minute you are thirty-five and have your whole life ahead of you.  Then, in a New York minute, you’re sixty, and convincing yourself[…]

Every family has a legacy.  Passed down through ancestors and on to us are continuations of family trusts, heirloom furnishings, or even good solid surnames. My own family legacy left me none of those things. It left the legacy of suicide. Long before I was born my grandmother[…]

For those of you who are new to my blog, a little bit of an explanation is in order. This is a memoir blog, meaning it is meant to be read in date order. This is the second go-round, so an older version of this post can be[…]

  In last week’s post, All the World Wide Web’s A Stage, I came to the end of the story of my life so far. I’m sure that there are still adventures ahead. I received a message from someone on LinkedIn this morning. She is another therapist. We[…]

Have you ever tried to fit in by changing something about yourself? I have been reflecting on my perpetual state of loneliness lately. Most of the time I do not recognize it. When I am with people, no matter whom or no matter where, I do not experience[…]

What does a neglectful childhood in an alcoholic family, a stint in juvenile hall, The Beatles, gang-bangers and prostitutes, teen marriage and motherhood, the state mental hospital, gang rape, life on the streets, rock and roll and a decade of drug abuse, battering, serious mental illness, the suicides[…]

I’m hearing Mick Jagger in my head as I’m writing that headline. That’s kind of funny when you stop and think about it. People have been using that phrase as a conversation starter for, well, probably centuries now, and I’m hearing Mick Jagger in the background when I[…]

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