Ten Miles of Hell

Ten Miles of Hell

I hate that picture. Or, I should say, I hated it. It is now one of my most prized possessions. The framed moment was the first thing I grabbed when my father’s life suddenly ended back in September of 1987. I now look lovingly at it as it sits atop my desk. I still...

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....
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