Face to Facebook
Ever since I was young, I was drawn towards a few very close friendships…choosing intimacy and emotional connection over flittering throngs of social butterflies. But still those butterflies' shimmering wings attracted my attention. Recently on Facebook a girl from my…
Have Patience With Passion
I love the idea of following your passion. Stalking the things you lust after in life with a determined stride - a cartoon heart pulsating through your sweater. Ba boom ba boom! Photograph by Kai Hendry (Creative Commons) But what…
The Games We Played
Growing up in the 70's & 8o's we always had one cupboard stuffed with board games. Piled up boxes splitting at the corners and bulging at the seams because the components had been hurriedly shoved inside at the close of…
A Question In The Air
I'm back. Extrordianry how disconnecting for a week can leave you feeling so much more connected. My computer is still acting skittish though. Maybe he doesn't trust me now. Lilly, my dog, is behaving a bit oddly as well. I've…
Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
Next week I'm leaving my computer. It's just a trial separation. It's something we've been considering for a while now. I've begun to notice we make each other edgy. I'm aware of a disturbing co-dependancy. An unhealthy pull. As if…
And Then Again
I spoke to my sister in London yesterday who told me that spring is in in the air. She works at a school, and she noticed that the children had finally emerged from their thick puffy coats and were running…
Let Me Give You Some Advice (Not)
Advice is a funny thing. We ask for it, but don't always listen to it. Or we don't ask for it, but have it forced upon us anyway. There are certain things that we can advise others on effortlessly, but…
Strangling Stereotypes
Photograph by Chloe Green 2012 Meeting someone at a party or social occasion and revealing to them that you've trained to be a psychotherapist, usually evokes a discernible reaction. Not always a pleasant one. Scenarios I've encountered: The Escape Artist…
Finding Fortune
My father has been dead for many years, but if I were to glance up and find him sitting on my couch, legs propped on my coffee table, swearing at a Lakers game, I would not be shocked. He might…