Look for the Blue Marker

“I see one up ahead. Thank God, we’re not lost. We’re still on the right trail.” I often use my blue marker metaphor with couples and individuals. You know. Those painted blue lines on random trees that offer relieving reassurance that you are not lost in the middle...

Just Be Willing

Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s Washington DC. But I get many competent professional (and gorgeous) single women in my office trying to navigate and succeed at the dating game. I must say, I am glad to not be in their shoes. It’s a jungle out there. When asked, or when I...

We’re All Chocolates in a Box

Humans are like chocolates in a gold shiny Godiva box. There is the outside showing – our appearance in created grandeur. And then there is the inside – whatever lies deep in the middle of our bonbon. For some, what you see is what you get. Be it plain,...

Are You My Mother?

I am not a big fan of Mother’s Day. Any female can give birth, but not every woman can raise a child. Mind you, I participate anyways. Hallmark gets my money and my mother is happy to hear from me. But, something seems off about this forced day of recognition and for...

Just Fine

I’ve never been one much for superficiality. Those social niceties and exchanges that are well-intended but only serve to maintain a false pleasant front. In my world, such polished manners create disconnection, not connection. They make and maintain a pretend world...

Stable Misery

“Oh, yeah. That.” It often comes down to that. There is a certain kind of couple that finally make it past the door of a therapist’s office. A partnership locked in stable misery. They have a well-grooved path of relating that is wretched but can go on and on and on....