Many women come to me and I say they are wounded. We all have our wound, our cross to bear, so to speak. No matter how great your parents were,…
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Heal Your Inner Child and Share Your Heart Art
I remember driving in my car, wind in my hair, with Alanis Morisette blasting on the radio. Her raw, angry lyrics opened up a part of me, gave me permission….
The Problem with Being Swept Off Your Feet
My therapist sat next to me on her office couch, comforting me in my tears. Then, she asked a question that no one had ever asked me before. “What was…