Sometimes I think the universe has given up on trying to subtly gain my attention.  It now stands directly in front of me, arms akimbo, staring me down, dodging and weaving as I try to skirt around what is distracting me from my very comfy…

When I meet with couples for the first time, the session follows the same pattern each time: say hello, review paperwork, and open the floor to sharing what is on their minds. Some people are nervous about sharing, and that makes sense. I’m a stranger…

I’m what I describe as a stealth competitor. I really don’t care about competition. I don’t seek it out for fun or have a trophy room or childhood scrapbook filled with ribbons from Field Day or science fairs. My Love language is Acts of Service…

The distress that brings people to my office seems to follow a theme that sets in and needs to run its course like the flu virus. Small coughs and aches give way to fever and runny nose just before the throwing up sets in. Misery.…