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!

Body of Knowledge: War, Emotion, Attachment

Since time immemorial I have had a complex relationship with my body. By age 11, I was in the grip of what I later came to learn was anorexia, a baffling interplay

Friendship Matters: Dreams, Friendship-Wreck, Janina

As far back as I can remember, I longed for a best friend. I guess a best friend represented the equivalent of a beloved partner or even parent who placed me first

Self and Other: Shame, Mirroring, Dignity

I often ponder the question, of how it can be that parents can be so oblivious or thoughtless about their children. How can this happen? I have wondered this since childhood, and

Positive and Negative: Art, Visibility, Reward

I am no scholar of poetry, but I do remember that my grandmother (who was), often quoted the famous line of John Keats: “a thing of beauty is a joy forever.” I

Jealousy: Siblings, Transitions, Repair

It is a new year, and I thought it would be fitting to start us off with a “feel-good” blog. You might ask “feel good? Judging from the title, I don’t think

Survival of the Friendliest: Generations, Hope, Together

When I heard that my tech team is out for a hard-earned vacation next week, I realized I would not be able to send out a video. I thought about what I

Transformations: Loss, Hope, Succeed at Last

One of my few childhood memories is from when I was probably not quite three years old. We were on some sort of family outing, walking through a park in New York.

Winds and Change: Sound, Tempest, Hope

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 off, always keeping me company. I rather

Losing and Winning: Trauma, Flight, Mysteries

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 not have the patience or sufficient compassion

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