A bit of spring: dogwood blossoms. How wily are the ways of obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had another cognitive behavioral therapy se...

When my husband and I got married, it didn’t just change our lives. It changed the lives of our cats. Waddles had lived with just me for th...

This week, Becky Green Aaronson of the blog “The Art of an Improbable Life” nominated me for the HUG (Hope Unites Globally) Award. I was ...

Two things my therapist taught me have been on my mind this week. “Willpower is not a feeling you have. It’s action you take,” he told me du...

We had a hailstorm today. On the first day of spring, a battering of ice balls fell from the clouds, rain poured and thunder rumbled. After...

A public safety agency in our town periodically puts up interesting sayings on a sign in front of its facility. Right now the sign says some...

I had another session of cognitive behavioral therapy with my therapist today, and I left his office with a concrete plan and determination....