On my mind

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!

Who Cares? Relationship, Regulation, Resources

As all who have been in the world of trauma, whether as clinician, researcher, survivor, or some combination thereof know, the area of greatest injury to life and to function is the

Motherlode of Neglect: Refrigerators, Helicopters, Tigers

When I started therapy in 1978, long before many of my readers were born, our mom muttered bitterly, not quite under her breath, “…the ‘blame your mother’ generation!” I have no idea

With or Without You: Breakdown, Parent Loss, Peace

Our dad passed shortly before the pandemic of Covid-19 struck. What a blessing that was, as it would have been hell for him and for all of us to go through. The

The Power of One: Shrugs, Defensiveness, Being a Soloist

The child of neglect, often virtually from the point of conception, floats in a sea of solitude. Like a fish, the water may not even register, as it can seem “natural” or

Enough! Jealousy, Islands, Sharing

From seemingly out of nowhere, into my mind popped the theme music from Captain Kangaroo. I have no idea why; I had not thought of it in years – certainly not as

“Justice, Justice Shall You Pursue”: Hijabs, Concentration Camps, A Baby Girl

(Warning: this story may contain content that is disturbing to some readers.) As the world reels from the recent death of a young Iranian woman at the hands of the “morality police,”

Coming Up Roses: Bricks, Crocuses, Butterflies

When we went to hear football legend Jerry Rice speak about Black History Month a few years ago, what struck me perhaps the most was the immense size of his hands. Getting

The Real “Attention Deficit”: Ritalin, Hand Grenades, Good Medicine

In the many years that I have been studying childhood neglect, I have often been struck by how many clients, particularly men, come in toting a diagnosis of ADD or ADHD. To

Switchbacks: Weaving, Weather, Nonlinearity

Weaving I really only remember seeing our dad cry once. Our family all piled into the old Chevy wagon, driving in a torrential New York City downpour. I don’t remember what he

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