Trauma and Neglect

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!

Breaking Chains: Roquefort, Redlining, Reparation

For better or worse, we are all too aware that nature’s design is to exist, survive and persist into the future by proliferating one’s likeness and perhaps broadcasting that. It is as

Sick and Tired – Neglected Illness, Parental Illness, The End of the Day

Last week I had a (for me) truly strange experience. While sitting quietly and alone in my psychotherapy office, out of nowhere, I had a wild dizzy spell. I say “wild” because

George Floyd, Two Years Later – Remembering, Reliving, Forgetting, Forgiving

On May 25, it was two years since the tragic murder of George Floyd. It seems like just a flash moment since I wrote my blog marking the one-year anniversary. “Pandemic time”,

Gaslight Words, Naming, A Trusted Witness

Doggedly committed as I am to therapy modalities that diverge from the “talking cure” I must admit that I love words. In the last few years, maybe since the internet became such

Pride and Joy: Glowing Panes, Mothers’ Day, A Sports Bra

Since the Pandemic hit in March of 2020, I have filled my Prius with gas a total of six times so far – the first time after about 15 months. I had

A Starless Sky Disconnection, Boredom, Creative Awakening

It was possibly 25 years ago now, at one of the few and far-between trauma conferences. I always had to travel far to get to them in those days and usually felt

“Presente!” Breath, Folding Chairs and Playing Your Best

On February 5th, 2022, Trayvon Martin would have been 27 years old. February 26th marks the 10th anniversary of his tragic and senseless murder in Sanford, Florida. It is hard to believe

Happy V Day: Heartbreak, Mothers and Vulvas

When I was a waiter in a fairly high-end place, it was the only time I ever found any use for Valentine’s Day. Usually, there was an overpriced special menu, lots of

Bread and Worms: Survivor Guilt, Moral Injury and Intergenerational Transmission of Trauma

Instantly a tight pit seized up deep in my stomach, hearing the heavily accented 92-year-old voice on the radio. I did not realize it was International Holocaust Remembrance Day, the anniversary of

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