Water, water everywhere My mother was very scared of the water. She was mostly fearful of pools and oceans. When she was a tween (before said tween label existed) she nearly drowned at a New York beach. She flailed around and wailed for what […]
The Lost Art of the Handoff: Where will our Memories and Stories Go? This past weekend I went for a drive up the shore of Connecticut and came across a very quaint town called Niantic that seemed liked it was carved out from a movie set. […]
The patron saint of wackiness and calling it like it is I don’t suffer fools well. I especially don’t suffer fake fools and non self-aware fools very well. Or so I have been told. I also don’t tolerate uncalled for arrogance and pretentiousness. I have a nose for […]
I’ve run so far away from you Looking back I don’t know what I see We were once a welcomed whole Now we are memory fragments From the rocky nest I flew To catapult a hungry, weary knee In and around many a rocky dust bowl […]
I was meant to be a psychologist: But Why? I was a smarty pants, book smarts girl from the South Bronx. I read ten books a week sometimes for books were my escape into other worlds and realms of possibilities. I knew there was more out […]
Proudly I’m a Jill of all trades: Don’t ask me about crocs, dark matter or dog grooming I take great pride in being a jill of all trades. As a social psychologist, who is embedded within a community based organization, I have to develop knowledge across a wide […]
Its wacky Wednesday: can I be part clone and part howler monkey to silence the critics It is a wednesday morning here in New York. The trains are packed and the two cups of coffee have yet to kick in. Its drizzling and the finely fixed bobs will […]
My glutes and mind are longing for a walk on the beach Many find comfort in the hot salty aired beach embedding their toes into the granular sand streams. Many love to get golden with the sunblock-filled sweat dripping slowly from the body. I, do not enjoy the […]
Blindsiding in the workplace: My longstanding pet peeve I have great peripheral vision. I think it has something to do with having grown up in the South Bronx. Walking home from the subway at night meant being extremely vigilant staring ahead trying to gauge what was occurring […]
The psychology of field (retreat) day: Sadness and joy at the dewy mist The flight was nicely uneventful other than the fact that my ear drums felt like they were going to burst. One of the worse things possible on a business trip is getting sick with […]
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