Category: therapy

  • The Third Floor

    The Third Floor

    Her tears wet my shoulder. I hardly knew her. Three minutes earlier, we’d been standing next to a cement pillar, talking quietly but intensely. Our bodies were close, the conversation intimate. An onlooker would have guessed we’d known each other for years. Yet I’d only spoken to Molly a couple of times before–in the locker room, maybe once in yoga class…

  • Full Moon, Agitated Hearts

    Full Moon, Agitated Hearts

    As is my way, I was racing the clock, squeaking in to the meeting two minutes late. In my defense, I was hustling¬†because I had stopped to buy a baguette to set out during the meeting, in case anyone needed¬†a late-afternoon snack. While at the store hunting down carbohydrates, I had also grabbed a latte.…