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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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…

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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…

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