Leaving Home

Leaving Home

You may have moved to a different house or city. You may have even immigrated from a different country. Perhaps you left home for college and returned after your first semester to find that your belongings have been placed elsewhere and your friends are not as available as they once were. You may have experienced personal change and family relationships you had may have changed for better or for worse. Maybe you experienced a tragedy and your ability to feel safe has forever changed.

The Grief of Miscarriage

The Grief of Miscarriage

A positive pregnancy test. Immediately, my heart swelled, and my thoughts swirled: How fortunate are we to be pregnant a second time?! Are you a boy or a girl? What will life be like with two young children? I can’t wait to meet you. I love you. Logic tells us not to get attached until it’s “safe.” Statistics show us that many pregnancies end in the first trimester. My brain tried to protect my heart, but my heart attached anyway.

To Be Human

To Be Human

If you’re like me, then you likely have an internal monologue or a running internal conversation. This doesn’t mean that you’re crazy or something is wrong; most people talk to themselves. Often we ask rhetorical questions like, Why does my head hurt? What do I want for dinner? Why do I feel this way?” We discuss the reality around us as we navigate our internal world.

The Battle for Healthy Sexuality

The Battle for Healthy Sexuality

The mention of sex or pornography tends to capture a room and fill it with an uneasy tension as people panic for a change in topic. People would rather talk about anything else. We can’t deny that our culture is filled with sexual references and products designed to be just sexual enough so that it walks the line between pornographic and marketable. We post disgust about sexual exploitation and that we wish it would change, but we don’t address where the conversations must start.

A Brief Look at Addiction and Attachment

A Brief Look at Addiction and Attachment

When you read the word, addict, what character comes to mind? Who is this person? Do you feel pity for him? Disdain, fear, indifference? Do you avoid him? Is he you? Whoever you picture, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume none of us aspire to own the label. It alludes to weakness, selfishness, loss, unreliability, and trouble. But can’t we all relate in one way or another? And what is addiction?