A new day. Wow. My first day with my new website. It seems like a business adventure to some. But to me it is about faith. As I dial down my practice and cut my income, I invested in my blog. I said to the world, my story matters. My words, my thoughts, my truth. …
It is funny to me how loud silence can really be. But, last week a dear person asked me if I was doing okay because I had not posted on my blog in a while. I guess in this case, my silence sent a message. While unintended, the message was on point. The truth is …
My general approach is to stay away from any sociopolitical topic on this blog. This week has led to an exception. The hearings for Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh and his accuser Christine Blasey Ford have compelled me to share my thoughts and emotions. This blog is about living an authentic life as I journey …
Brandi’s dress pants to the cleaners. Check. Confirm Friday morning’s TV interview. Check. Confirm set up time with Womanspace. Check. Pick up flowers. Pick up food and beverages. Run a vacuum. Communicate with book bloggers who are reviewing my book. Check. Check. Re-check. This is what the space in my head feels like this week. …
My love of TEDtalks led me to hear Bob Stein speak about A Rite of Passage for Late Life. Bob spoke eloquently of his need for rituals from a young age and ways he had created them for himself throughout his lifespan. But then, he was faced with cleaning out boxes of “stuff” he had …
Last week’s blog post shared the news that my former sister-in-law, Sharon had passed away from a broken neck following a bad fall. The grief was overshadowed by the regret I felt. I had taken space from Sharon during a dark time in my life and never took accountability or let her know how deeply …
When the phone call came from my daughter Saturday night, I picked up my phone expecting an update on the viral infection that kept her in bed this past week. Instead, I heard the news that my former sister-in-law, Sharon had passed away. A fall last week resulted in a broken neck, and now sadly, …
If individual therapy is like a duet, then group therapy is a symphony. It carries the melodies of many voices and yet, somehow it creates a sense of rhythm and harmony that nourishes the soul. I love doing one on one therapy, with the solitary focus on one person, and being present for their process. …
I was a bit of a precocious child and any family or friends reading this are fervently nodding their heads in agreement. Many of the gray hairs on my parents head were probably caused by parenting me. I was independent and a bit stubborn, and I liked to do things my own way. I’d like …
I’m not sure how I made decisions yesterday, but some of them were clearly faulty. The first faulty decision was to miss church to outrun a rain storm, so I could kayak down a river that was swollen from recent rains. The current was powerful and swift. But I felt confident I could manage it. …
