Why My Therapist is Wrong

Why My Therapist is Wrong

When I think of what it must be like to be my therapist, I imagine the job feels like some combination of working as a farrier in a long-neglected barn and waiting every week for the next season of “The White Lotus” on HBO. I like to work hard in therapy, most of the...
Moving From Fear to Joy

Moving From Fear to Joy

We all know what a shepherd looks like, don’t we? About three feet tall. Wears a striped bathrobe. Shaggy head adorned with a blue bath towel and a headband. Holds a crooked stick. Wears Nikes. In my day, they were Converse. Despite all the competing grand productions...