Ok, so it’s not in the DSM but I’m starting to see this disorder more and more in my office and among my friends. I’ve even had a few bouts with it myself. Anxiety. Agitation. Nervousness. Emotional paralysis. Sleeplessness. Obsessive thoughts and worries about the future.
We have no shortage of alleged visionaries, private revelation, and prophecies these days.
A great lady passed away recently - one of those unsung heroes you so often hear referenced but rarely meet. She was an unrelenting and unyielding champion of goodness and truth, disguised as a grandma, as so many are. Marie Mawn was a powerhouse of the prolife movement on Long Island, NY. Together with her late husband, John, Marie fueled the prolife cause with humility and dedication.
I’ll never forget my seventh grade English teacher. Ok, I’ll admit, I forgot her name, but I haven’t forgotten her. She was very strict, interesting, and adamantly opposed to any of us using the word “nice.” It was like a cause for her. And we’re not talking just in papers, but even in class. It irked her like nobody’s business. I don’t know how she got through the supermarket with all the “Have a Nice Days.” For her nice was a meaningless menace that she simply could not abide.
Wow, this past Monday was a wild ride with the stock market. I don’t follow it much but listening to the pundits and analysts in the morning was very interesting. There was a lot of volatility and a lot of fear among investors. All eyes were on China with commentators admitting that no one really knows what’s going on there with so much secrecy in that communist country. A huge drop precipitated some sell offs for those fearing it would get worse. The oft repeated line was that the stock market is “no place for the faint of heart.”
You’ve just met the most amazing guy. He shares his feelings. He’s vulnerable. He needs you. His marriage ended recently and you can’t imagine how anyone could let him go. What was wrong with her?! He’s open and shared all the details. She didn’t understand him. She didn’t appreciate him. He tried everything. And, he’s such a good dad! It’s terrible that she has custody of the kids. It’s just unfair.
Living on Long Island, NY one of the biggest perks (besides of course the exorbitant taxes and insane traffic) are the beaches. We have some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. And although it truly is a long island, stretching some 75 miles or so from west to east, it is actually quite narrow. Traversing it from north to south is pretty easy - about 40 to 60 minutes by car from shore to shore.
And each shore has its own unique beauty and charm.
A huge window shattered in my kitchen yesterday. We had actually discovered it a few days ago when I pulled up the blind. It had remained in tact but every inch was in pieces. It was actually really beautiful! We went about finding someone to fix it but our search got stalled as we waited for responses. No big deal. Like a politician addressing the debt crisis, I just put the blind back down and forgot about it.
Crisis Magazine has published an article I have written and have posted it on their website.
It's an important piece that addresses the LGBTQ "bullying" going on today but from a personal and unique perspective.
Check this article out and share with those you feel might benefit from reading it.
Most baby boomers will remember the famous line from the movie “Love Story” in the 70s: “Love means never having to say you’re sorry”. Like so many popular catchphrases it sounded really great on the surface. If you love someone you will never hurt them and hence, never need to apologize. But as we contemplate that more deeply, it’s a line and an attitude that, in my humble opinion, has actually been rather damaging.
I remember a session with a client who had recounted a horrifying “vacation” with family. Dealing with her over-controlling mother, tension with the step father and a fussy baby had transformed a one week vacation into 3 weeks of purgatory. I was really able to relate.
Been there. Done that. Not fun.
When summer vacation or holidays come around, and especially for those who have families in other states, it’s often expected to spend your vacation time visiting them…or having them visit you. Seems logical.