Category: identity

And, then I ate the cake

I bought myself a cake To see if it made me feel awake It sat on the counter As if waiting for a counter-offer None arrived but a few fruit flies on the cover It was still tasty Although the tears added a salty crunch All that remained […]

Seeking the light

We have collectively weathered some dark days. I know I have. I joke around that I’m a sunny curmudgeon as I’m a New Yorker who lived in California for a decade (not all consecutively). I have a New York vibe that is just a bit off-kilter. I’m an […]

My son’s voice of encouragement

I have a tween boy. That means moodiness is his thing now. He corrected me the other day to note it wasn’t moodiness but instead annoyance. Yikes. Understood. With that said, he’s very sweet and has a gentle, caring predisposition. His friend was recently diagnosed with a disease. […]

Eventually the dirt rises

Sometimes one can have two totally juxtaposed thoughts hours apart that just fit in with each other. I’d like to think I’m in one continuous stream of thought and I just have to seam it all together. Of course, as a psychologist I would tbink that. But let […]