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The Lost Art of Marriage

Ever been to a posh, expensive restaurant and looked around to see couples who are fiddling with the napkins, sipping their wine, staring into space and actively avoiding eye contact with the person they’re sharing a meal with? Chances are they’re the married...


My Therapist Doesn't Understand Me

There are times in therapy when it just isn’t working. If you’re sitting on the couch, body language stiff as an ironing board, tight-lipped, teeth-gritted, glaring at each other with matching po-faced death-stares and thinking that the person who breaks eye contact or...


Anger Therapy

Aristotle said: Anybody can become angry, that is easy; but to be angry with the right person, and to the right degree, and at the right time, and for the right purpose, and in the right way, that is not within everybody's power;...


Whether the Weather

Why does cold weather make me happy? I love cold weather. I love rugging up to the eyeballs and splashing in puddles. The only time I go to the beach is in winter when I can watch the waves crash and...


Phamily Pherapy

Thanks to therapy, my family is still alive and kicking and functioning reasonably well. We have our moments when one member gets out of kilter with the rest of us, and society, but by and large we seem to have a healthy respect...


Why Women Cry

Many years ago I was addicted to housework. I based my self-esteem on whether or not my stovetop and oven shone to perfection or the windows gleamed so invisible that birds crashed into them (I kid you not). I could be breast-feeding...


Lying on the Couch

There are lies, damn lies and then there’s therapy.

While it would appear counter-productive to lie to your therapist it happens all the time for various reasons. Sometimes the lies are blatantly obvious, sometimes they are steeped in the unconscious and sometimes the lying is...


Color me Cyclothymic

Sometimes I wake up feeling so euphoric it’s a pleasure to bounce out of bed and other days I have a brick in my stomach so heavy I can barely crawl inside the coffee pot. This is better than how I used...


High School Reunion – Part Two

What a difference thirty years make! I went to an all-girls Catholic school, St Brigids Ladies College, in very parochial, Lesmurdie, Western Australia. I was voted by some as most annoying, by others extremely rude, by one girl an iceberg, by another a fun...