My mother is sitting across from me warming her hands with a cup of tea when she blurts out, “why do you think it is that my mother and I both married child molesters?” She searches my face as though she is searching for the right wire to clip before another bomb goes off in…Read more »

It came to me last week, lying on the table during a cranio-sacral session, a feeling kept locked in my chest for years by a constant contraction in my body. All of my muscles have been complicit in holding this belief in its hiding place. When I finally relaxed to let it surface, this is…Read more »