The Things We Carry

My favorite bookstore in childhood was “The Bookery” in a place called Placerville, California (Pictured above, sourceĀ and source) Every day-after-Christmas from the ages of 0 through 9, my dad and uncle (and sometimes my mom) would take me there. We would spendĀ hours. And I would spend all of my holiday gift money on stacks and…

Person vs. Professional

I was one of probably three non-therapists this past month in Vancouver, British Columbia at an international Narrative Therapy conference. One of the founders talked about a moment in conversation where the person was taken aback at his authenticity and humanness. In response and to share where he was coming from, he said: “I’m trying to be a person. Not a person impersonating as…