After 20 years of dust gathering on my tennis racket, now seemed like a good time to pick it back up. I walked into the first class praying I wouldn’t tear a muscle or an achilles tendon (I’m noticing this is a common injury for people my age). Sidelined from any form of exercise for…
AHH, ‘tis the season. The time to mail your holiday cards with your amazing looking children, partners, and of course, perfect animals. I relish in getting these cards; enjoying how family and friends are doing – seeing it first hand. That said, I do not send my own cards. Part of my reason is sheer…
My friend’s son was shot and killed last year on the streets of Chicago. The violence that I was so easily distancing myself from had finally touched me…directly. As a mother, but also a therapist, I was desperate to understand. The pain of this tragedy shook me to my very core. The manner in which her…