I work with adults, couples and adolescents. My specialty is counseling adult survivors of childhood sexual and physical abuse. In the course of a general practice, as mine is, I also see many clients experiencing depression, anxiety and relationship issues. Often these manifest in major life transitions. When I'm not working, I write or play with my 100-year old house, the animals, sing, read or do yard work.
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For your doctor and/or the person who referred you, for the purpose of coordinating treatment (which the health insurance companies require).
From the stop sign, turn right and go 4/10 of a mile to the second yellow house on your left.
Mine is number 129.
There is a wood fence around the yard.
For your doctor and/or the person who referred you, for the purpose of coordinating treatment (which the health insurance companies require).
From the stop sign, turn right and go 4/10 of a mile to the second yellow house on your left.
Mine is number 129.
There is a wood fence around the yard.
The dogs go out for their morning urgencies first, then they are fed.
After breakfast, I send them out to the yard again because they are sometimes too excited about eating to do what they are supposed to do.
The second trip out is always accompanied by a treat.
One recent morning, it was snowing.
At 13, Sheba has trouble with her back and legs, and on this morning, she slid down the slippery stairs landing flat on her belly and bonking her nose in the snow.
Without missing a beat, she whipped her snow-coated muzzle around and opened her mouth for her treat.
After breakfast, I send them out to the yard again because they are sometimes too excited about eating to do what they are supposed to do.
The second trip out is always accompanied by a treat.
One recent morning, it was snowing.
At 13, Sheba has trouble with her back and legs, and on this morning, she slid down the slippery stairs landing flat on her belly and bonking her nose in the snow.
Without missing a beat, she whipped her snow-coated muzzle around and opened her mouth for her treat.
In the six times I have had to put a much loved pet to sleep, I have only felt I got it right once.
Simon was not the one.
We met on a rainy day when I saw a smudge of something run right under the front wheels of my car.
I screeched to a stop, got out and looked, dreading what I might see.
But there was nothing.
About 20 feet off the road, under a scrubby pine tree, sat the saddest looking cat I had ever seen.
Long, stringy, dirty blond fur hung like spanish moss on a rack of bones.
Squished ears clung to the sides of his head.
Simon was not the one.
We met on a rainy day when I saw a smudge of something run right under the front wheels of my car.
I screeched to a stop, got out and looked, dreading what I might see.
But there was nothing.
About 20 feet off the road, under a scrubby pine tree, sat the saddest looking cat I had ever seen.
Long, stringy, dirty blond fur hung like spanish moss on a rack of bones.
Squished ears clung to the sides of his head.
The first goose crossed in front of my car as I headed south.
I'm used to seeing the flock of about 20 Canada geese near here, grazing in front of the shopping center.
To me they aren't pests.
Just creatures adapting, as we all are, to multiplying humans and their machines.
The light changed and a pickup bounded into a left turn and headed north.
He stopped.
The small red car screeching along on the far side headed north, did not, but the geese hadn't gotten that far.
And the next northbound car did stop.
I'm used to seeing the flock of about 20 Canada geese near here, grazing in front of the shopping center.
To me they aren't pests.
Just creatures adapting, as we all are, to multiplying humans and their machines.
The light changed and a pickup bounded into a left turn and headed north.
He stopped.
The small red car screeching along on the far side headed north, did not, but the geese hadn't gotten that far.
And the next northbound car did stop.
My friend Kathy and I have met between our homes, hers in Wakefield Rhode Island and mine in Warwick, twice a month for ten years.
We are therapists.
We meet to offer each other support and guidance in our work and in our lives.
Recently, the subject was grief.
A client of Kathy's felt he should be 'further along' two years after the death of his much-loved father.
Instantly, the image formed in my mind of grief as a ring of fire, frightening to approach, painful to step through.
And so the temptation is to ease on down the denial road, pretending our loved one really isn't dead or that the loss really wasn't so great.
We are therapists.
We meet to offer each other support and guidance in our work and in our lives.
Recently, the subject was grief.
A client of Kathy's felt he should be 'further along' two years after the death of his much-loved father.
Instantly, the image formed in my mind of grief as a ring of fire, frightening to approach, painful to step through.
And so the temptation is to ease on down the denial road, pretending our loved one really isn't dead or that the loss really wasn't so great.
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