Is It True?

On Monday I told my mom I was going for a bike ride. The first one, since I was a kid. I told her, I was nervous. She said, “You should be. I remember how wobbly you were.” She spoke of a time she watched me ride a bike around her driveway, as an adult….

When It’s Not Fun Anymore

I am blogging this from the elliptical machine at Foxwoods. One of the biggest casinos in the world. The land of excess.  Interesting people watching here. There are groups of bachelorettes whooping it up, elderly people cramming hundreds into slot machines and others walking around looking dismayed.  When people plan to go to a casino,…

One for you. One for me.

I love giving, helping and sharing. However, there is a limit. When I feel sad, edgy or tired, I know I have gone too far. Everyone’s threshold is different and everyone has one.  My job as a therapist, is to share people’s pain. To be honest, I’m only good at it, when I have met…

What Do You Love?

 I can vividly remember walking through my house as a child, knowing each vase, piece of china had a back story. I didn’t know then, but a seed was being planted. I always thought old items were unique and cool. My love for antiques blossomed in 2010 when my husband and I went to our…