To tell you why I, personally, started therapy, I’d have to start with childhood. As a child, like so many,... Read More
Fascinating that under a blanket of ice sleep Spring’s new miracles. My father is a gardener, and so I identify with the species that waits until the frost has passed to begin again. Read More
Sometimes to move on you have to actually move. Move through space. Move across the earth. Move physically elsewhere. Read More