(written on May 11, 2018Badly needed, today) the last week has been a bit of an emotional storm for me….things pushing into corners that I haven\’t looked in for a long time (if ever) and things that bring up new feelings. Complicated feelings, those you can\’t describe with a word, or a sentence, or a …
I\’ve taken countless writing workshops and classes where, when you say \”I don\’t know what to write about\”, the facilitator will say: \”write about THAT.\” Yeah. It sounds like annoying response, but here\’s the thing: IT WORKS. And I\’ve been thinking, for a while: there are all these things I WANT to write about-but I …
I know how I feel but it\’s not easily translating into words today. take what resonates, leave the rest, I guess. As a white, suburban, American, I was raised to see this holiday as a celebration. In recent years, I\’ve been shown the error of what I was taught, what I believed, what is widely …
a life devotedto helpingthe longer I do itthe more mysterious life seems to beit was, at first, unsettlingbut nowit comforts me. It’s like starting overa new placenew ways to servenew policies, new clientsI bring with meall of my past experiences But, lucky for meit all seems fresh, in a wayI’m back to square onethe Buddhists …
When I was just starting my last semester of grad school, at the ripe old age of 23, I went to my first therapist. my reason: I couldn\’t write a cover letter. I had never had a grown-up job before; I went straight to graduate school (social work) out of college. Part of the reason …
I\’ve been sitting here pounding away at this keyboard for way too long, with a bunch of trite bullshit coming out (that I keep deleting). I\’m trying too hard. I\’m trying too hard to be deep and lyrical and really, I\’m trying to avoid feeling the dark, seemingly bottomless grief I\’m feeling tonight. So I\’m …
A dear friend texted me tonight. She had an experience that, well, unsettled her. And on top of feeling unsettled, she couldn\’t put her finger on why it did. Which was more…unsettling. And it wasn\’t anything earth-shattering, or really bad. Which made it more confusing, to her. She said things like: I don\’t know if …
when I was just finishing grad school, 24 years old, had never had a job, had no idea what I DIDN\’T know about being a therapist (just about everything), I was tying up loose ends at my field placement. I\’d been training in family therapy, and seeing what we then called \”multi-problem families\” (read: poor. …
I want to write a blog post. I started one earlier today. But I was writing it for….well, you (whoever may be reading this). Not *from* me. I have had an eventful, meaningful last two weeks: I went to Jen Pastiloff\’s retreat at Kriplau, which as always cracked me open in ways I didn\’t realize …
Hi Amy, I\’m not really even sure how to write this to you.I mean, I talk to you all the time. But I don\’t often write to you, like I used to. Today, you would have been 51 years old. But forever, you will be 31 years old. Right? that\’s actually a question I have …
