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reversing the questions
I find myself often asking questions to clients that I know I need to be asking myself. Much of the art of clinical work has little to do with giving answers or telling people what they need to know,...
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divine proxy | intro to a series
The notion is not a new one, but it appears to be one seldom discussed explicitly, unless I am missing the entire conversation altogether (please let me know if I am). I want to spend a few posts on...
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apparently still and incredibly crisp
floored again in dialogue with a client today the incredible resilience following him into the room ignored by the very person living under so much withstanding, but still struggling struggling with...
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dinner at the coffee table
I don’t know why it has all come together in my brain this way. Growing up, I remember being furious that this rule was put in place, even in middle and high school, that I MUST be present at the...
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the illusion of the one thing
Privileged, I sat and listened to seven different people today, varying in ages and colors and backgrounds and struggles, all sharing the clouds in which they find themselves. I saw myself in them...
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worried about big legos
During a week filled with worries about class schedules, family illness, nonprofit fundraisers, big decisions, and tax nightmares, I found myself most concerned Wednesday afternoon about whether or...
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digging for the possible
On days where I’m ready to practice my craft, and I’ve slept long enough and I’m not trying to finish other things in my head while pretending to listen to someone else, I find myself digging for the...
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to my clients: an open letter
I’ve told you often that I respect you. At least I think I have. I know I’ve thought it. I know I’ve told other people I do. I think I’ve told you that I do, but in case, let it be known. I respect...
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I am alive.
I’m not sure if it comes from my stomach, or maybe from my lungs, or if it actually originates in my throat itself. The language, though, is quite apt that it chokes me up suddenly. I may be speaking...
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an open letter to my students
An Open Letter to My Students on the Eve of the Orlando Shooting. June 12, 2016 Dear Students, You likely woke up today as I did: late. You may or may not have turned on the news as is my morning...
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