Drawing Heals Childhood Wounds & Helps Me Think Better

When I was in eighth grade in 1978-79, at Sequoia Intermediate, in my hometown of Newbury Park, California, I had to choose an elective each semester. I remember the choices of drawing, ceramics, and leather. I don't remember anything about the other subjects offered. "Mom, I want to take the drawing class." "Why? You can't …

Writing Project: A Quick Guide to Starting Your Private Psychotherapy Practice

Have I told you recently that I love writing?!  Fiction, poetry, memoir, journaling... it doesn't matter what I choose to lean into in the moment. I find it all leads me into a mind and body space I want to be in frequently.  I crave it like the chocolate I can no longer eat without …

Adjusting to Retirement: Shift in Identity – A Time For Seniors KAHI Radio Inteview

In September I was interviewed by radio show host Theresa Haleen on A Time for Seniors on KAHI 950am broadcast out of Auburn, California.  The link to the audio is below.  Theresa and I talked about adjusting to retirement. Adjustment is not always easy and there are a myriad of factors that effect a person's quality …

3 Recommended Self-Help E-audio Books from Library

Reading time limited? Budget for books limiting your reading pleasure? Try e-audio and borrow from a library. Using Libby, I listened to a variety of books over the summer then bought hard copies of the ones worth a deeper reading dive. Here are three self-help books worth checking out. Two are written for women and one is written for men and women.

Pockets – Let’s Talk Pockets

I don’t mean pockets as in Hot Pockets those over-salted tomatoey lunch bites filled with acid indigestion.I don’t mean pocketbooks empty or full, air pockets found in the sky that cause an aircraft to lose altitude suddenly, zit pockets erupting on your teenager’s face, secret air pockets in underwater caves, or Pockets the devotional magazine …

Henny Hospice – A Poem

Henny Hospice In the midst of our kitchen there squats a chicken named Goldmine for her feathers and yoke, stricken by silent forces within. What am I to learn from this old girl who waits inside closed eyelids for death? Does she know her fate, last breath is near? Blind and weakened, unable to grasp …

A Mother’s Wish on Mother’s Day

A Mother's Wish I wish for you ten-thousand rainbows, with views from your heart, deep in your spirit. If ever you can’t see me, close your eyes and remember, I am everywhere, and there. In the symphony of spring, the glow of autumn, the bluster of winter. And in the shade of summer, where I’ll …