The Open Heart in a World That Ends There is a particular stillness a person arrives with when they have decided, somewhere they cannot quite name, that the safest way through their life is to want less of it. They rarely say this out loud. It shows up instead as…
The Parent You’re Angry At Is Not the Problem There is a pattern I encounter often enough in the therapy room that I have come to expect it. Someone comes in carrying years of dense, complicated frustration toward one of their parents. They can describe it in precise detail: the…



