When I was a child, my father taught me catechism. The catechism he used had been written in 1689 and, to my knowledge, had never been...

Over Thanksgiving break, I worked on potty-training my daughter. If I'm going to be totally honest, I have to say this: never have I felt...

In 2021, I was asked to give a blessing at my church on Mother’s Day. It was my first Mother’s Day, just a few months after I had become...

When I was younger, I had a terrible temper. Those who know me now might find this hard to believe; friends and clients describe my...

My toddler is a sprinter. She also hates riding in carts. This means that, when we go to Target or the grocery store, she is either...

I was supposed to write this blog post last weekend. I’ve been so proud of my consistency in creating posts every two weeks. But last...

My earliest memory is of my mother’s voice. She was calling my name. “Karyn! Karyn!” But the urgency of her voice couldn’t quite cut...

Lest any of you think therapists are better at life than you are, here is a true story that just happened last week: I’m driving my...

Ever seen those posts on social media asking people to describe what they do for a living? The firefighter says, “I bust through your...

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and...

My daughter loves her baby doll. It’s part of our bedtime routine, to wrap the baby up, give her kisses, and lay her down to sleep. The...