Amateur Psychology

Lately, I’ve discovered that all the hours of therapy I’ve been paying for over the last decade have really started to pay off. Sure, working with a mental health professional on a fairly regular basis has helped me start to sort out complicated feelings I have about all the people in my life. It’s helped meRead more…

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Naughty Pictures

My 14yo hastily cleaned out his backpack before school the other morning and after he’d left, I found a neatly folded sheet of loose leaf paper sitting all alone on the kitchen table tucked under a planter. Upon opening it, I discovered a quite impressive pencil rendering of the male anatomy leading me to wonder –Read more…

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Totems From My Childhood

Dear Boys and Girls, I am going to try to describe something that might be really hard for you to understand, given the world of instant gratification that you’ve grown up in. For most of your sweet young lives, you’ve been able to watch pretty much any movie or TV show that caught your fancy atRead more…

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This Is Your Brain

I don’t know about you, but I never really think about my brain. Honestly, I tend to take that organ for granted, much the same way I do all of those other essential body parts I can’t really see. It’s like I accept that in theory they are there, doing whatever it is they’re supposedRead more…

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Making Memories in London With My Kids

In the weeks leading up to a recent trip I took to London with my four (mostly) grown children, the most common response I got from folks when I told them about our upcoming adventure was, “You’re taking all of them?” “Yes,” I’d tell the nice people, “every bles-sed one of them.” But I wasRead more…

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I Remember Nothing. Seriously.

Once I went to a store to buy a book about Alzheimer’s disease and forgot the name of it. I thought it was funny. And it was, at the time.” – Nora Ephron, I Remember Nothing  I recently took a part-time job folding yoga pants for a popular store at our local fancy-ish strip mallRead more…

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Burnt Quinoa

Every Sunday I wake up fairly certain I’m going to start putting into motion all the magical elements needed to change the course of my life, and this weekend was no exception. To that end, I dutifully made a list of all the tasks I wished to accomplish throughout the week, investigated the health benefitsRead more…

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