Mine That Feeling

“If I really let myself cry, I’ll never stop.” My college-age client looked out the window as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. I’d been seeing her for several weeks and today, we’d begun to discuss her painful childhood. It was just her and her mom. Her dad had left when …

What Sin is This?

“But we were a classic American family. That’s what my father said. We’d gather at the dinner table and he’d say, ‘What a great American family!’” “And what was dinner like?” I leaned towards the young woman in the other chair. I’d been seeing her in therapy every week for a few months. “Dinner was …