I don’t recall exactly when we first discovered the ‘wind chime’ house. I do know it was in the months…

My father has been dead for many years, but if I were to glance up and find him sitting on my couch…

I spoke to my sister in London yesterday who told me that spring is in in the air.

In 1987 renowned Gestalt psychotherapist, Erving Polster, wrote a book called “Every Person’s Life is Worth a Novel”

Walking with my dog, Lilly, in the sunshine this week, I noticed our shadows strolling in front of us…

Some mornings my daughter feels wobbly, and separating from me and the comforts of home is suddenly daunting.

Natalie Goldberg, for those of you who are unfamiliar, is an extraordinary woman who paints, writes and guides…

I remember when I first heard the term ‘inner child’, I pictured a pouting toddler, curled forward, arms hugging…

I have a vivid memory of sitting in a café with a trusted friend, many moons ago, lamenting my then relationship.

Peanut butter on crackers was the closest I came to meditating today. Sometimes just chewing…

My daughter turned twelve this week. I remember twelve. Something about twelve made me want to linger.

Last week I wrote about holding onto conflicted feelings and my best friend, Karen, shared this beautiful response:

Someone close to me went to an earth shift sweat lodge this week. It sounds uncomfortable doesn’t it?

It was a rare occasion to be collected from school by my father. My sister and I had a half day.

“I’m interested in doing your workshop but the idea of writing intimidates me…”

Growing up in the 70’s & 8o’s we always had one cupboard stuffed with board games.

When I began studying to be a psychotherapist, I was overwhelmed with new theory and information constantly.