Braking Habits

I have a vivid memory of sitting in a café with a trusted friend, many moons ago, lamenting my then relationship. I had quite the shopping list. Why couldn’t my 'other half' be different? Why couldn’t all my love and…

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Every Person’s Life

In 1987 renowned Gestalt psychotherapist, Erving Polster, wrote a book called “Every Person’s Life is Worth a Novel”.  In this book he writes: Stories must not only be told, but also heard. What is said gains value from the listeners…

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A Small Window

When I first started writing 'Playing Along' I did so as an antidote to the heaviness of my 'other' work. I had recently completed my masters degree in psychotherapy and I was working with individual clients - adults and children…

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Behind the Bully

I’ve been reading too many stories about bullying recently. Shocking tales of young people driven to distraction by relentless torment. Heart crushing accounts of teenagers posting videos on YouTube detailing their harassment and hours later taking their own lives. It's…

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A Wish for My Daughter

My daughter turned twelve this week. I remember twelve.  Something about twelve made me want to linger. Maybe it was because I knew it was my last year before lurching into teenagedom. Somehow at twelve stickers and stuffed animals still…

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“Who Still Serves Consomme?”

Last week I wrote about holding onto conflicted feelings and my best friend, Karen, shared this beautiful response: [quote]I just spent two hours ripping through dusty boxes from a storage unit that we finally emptied after ignoring it for seven…

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Something New

I learned something new last week. Stand-up paddleboarding. It's one of those beguiling activities I've admired from afar and thought to myself that it looked simple enough. Not much to it. Stand. Paddle. Glide across the surface of the water…

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Let’s Be Honest

Honesty can burn your tongue. Like slurping a hot soup infused with chilies, the aftermath can sting. Especially when you have been brave enough to speak a truth that feels easier to conceal. But honesty can also rejuvenate. It can…

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Play Me, I’m Yours

I was in London last month visiting my 'other' home. I arrived feeling dislocated.  It's an odd sideways movement returning to a place where you have left roots. A place where  you have made memories... sweet and bitter, clear and…

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Welcome to Wavering

There's a distinct difference between writer's block and writer's blah. Writer's block is dense. Brick. Concrete. Slab. Writer's blah is foggy. Murky. Swampy. Slump. Writer's block is hard to miss. It's the desolation of a blank page. A flashing cursor…

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