Renegotiation
There is a bench on a berm in Woodstock, VT, across the street from a Carribean bistro that serves amazing fried plantains. My husband...
The Imposter
I knew that I wanted to attend graduate school at the University of Tennessee the moment I stepped foot on campus. Before that point, UT...
Loneliness
My first fall and winter in Vermont were heavy with dark, gray loneliness. We had left a full life and rich community in Tennessee and...
Relational Repairs
I have a confession. Once I yelled at my sister. I probably have yelled at her many times, over the course of growing up together, but...
Expectations
When I was younger I had a lot of ideas about what it would be like to be a grown up. I imagined what marriage would be like, what my...
Pay Attention
Last summer my middle daughter got a tiny little cut on her heel while she was playing outside. It was more of a prick than a cut, and...
Too Much
A long time ago, in a state far away, I was a young graduate student learning to be a therapist. I knew a lot of therapists, and I had...
For the Toolbox
The last week and a half or so haven’t been all that great. It hasn’t been terrible, and there have been some really good moments. But...
The Good Struggle
I am one of those parents who really, really hates to hear their babies cry. It triggers some sort of physical alarm in me, and I feel...
Permission
A few weeks ago I was debating whether or not to attend a social gathering. I had a long list of reasons why I wanted to go and reasons...
