The blog includes articles I have written over the last few years, as well as a weekly post where I share what’s on my mind, even if it’s an undeveloped idea that popped up when I was stirring a vat of cheese!
Growing up I wondered if everyone has a constant musical backbeat playing in their heads like I do, a DJ who never takes a day
I rarely work with eating disorders, if I can help it. My own history was so painful, shame-ridden and protracted, that I fear I will
When I asked one of my esteemed colleagues at the Transform Trauma Oxford 2025 Conference if he would be in the Bay Area (where I
Certain words I have torn out of my personal lexicon and just tossed. One of those is “stuck.” It is not allowed in my office
Way back when I was in graduate school, which seems like eons ago (it was the middle 1980’s), I studied the work of an attachment
When I was in ninth grade, my English class planned a field trip to the theater to see Henrik Ibsen’s A Doll’s House. Strange how
I remember the first time I went to New Orleans. It was probably 2000 or thereabouts, for a sex therapy conference. What a perfect venue
Like most of us who were young women in the early 1970’s, I was swept up in the fervor, passion and perhaps euphoria of the
Often, I feel like a large block of cheddar. The day of mixing and stirring, heating and cooling, seems to be the big day in
Caution: this blog contains references to sexual violence. I have always loved clothes: color, textiles, buttons, lace, all of it. For as long as I