All Therapists are the Grinch (or at least, I am)

Christmas Eve is here, and it’s that time of the year that sets off all kinds of contemplation that we are adept at otherwise avoiding. The only difference between the Grinch and I is that I’m living vicariously, while overcome by a wave of emotion that I’ve been hiding from all year.

Musings & Conversations in 2020

In such a year, it feels futile to hold ourselves to the standards that we did (not that it stopped us). Rather than reflecting on milestones, here’s a smattering of musings and snippets from conversations this year: