Covid It was 2020, the COVID 19 Pandemic hit, and like everyone else, I could not meet face to face, and therefore could not practice neurofeedback with my clients. All of us were making every imaginable adjustment to the changing times. It was also quite soon after my father died, and I was trying […]
The Dilemma Without Solution, Revisited: COVID 19, DBR Read More »
Hollandaise and Mimosas My mind has been swimming with so many thoughts, and so much inspiration since I returned from Boston. I can’t honestly say I have really returned. I wish I had time to stop and watch all the recordings of the many invaluable presentations. Or even time to think about them. I guess
Mother’s Day: Hollandaise, George Floyd, Prairie Voles Read More »
Front Row I’ve just returned from the 35th Annual Boston International Trauma Conference. What is lodged in my head is the very old song by Pete Seeger and the Weavers: Wasn’t that a Time! You are probably tired by now, of hearing me brag that I attended almost all of them. And until the Pandemic,
A Place At the Table: Front and Center, Octopi, Poetic Justice Read More »
When I was working my way through graduate school, my last waiter job was in a cute little restaurant near Berkeley Repertory Theater. The chef Johnny, unlike so many chefs, was good-humored, funny, and uncharacteristically gentle and kind with us, the waiters. One of the things Johnny routinely said when we ran out of something,
That’s All She Wrote: Loss, Magic, Found Read More »
I remember back in 2013, being in a book signing line with my three copies of the then-new book Cooked, by Michael Pollan. Pollan, a local treasure, was/is one of my great heroes, the author of one of my favorite books of all time, The Omnivore’s Dilemma. If you have not read it, you must,
Changing Our Minds: “New” Paradigms, Protocols and Possibilities Over 35 Years Read More »
I am unquestionably a scrooge about pretty much all holidays. Most of them are riddled with nightmarish childhood memories, partly because many of the Jewish holidays had traditional foods and food rituals, and often involved a lot of eating, which was of course my nemesis. And later because as a young adult and then a
Fields in Boston? Generations, Fields, Genius Read More »
I have often told this story, as a perhaps amusing illustration of attachment terror: I met my now long beloved husband in 1990, and after about 10 months of courting, and much at the urging of my wise old cat, Marti, we decided to move in with him, however, with all the ambivalence of a
Dark and Light: Boxes, Darkness, Whom to Be Read More »
“I didn’t marry you for your cooking!” our dad would routinely say to Mom, only partly in jest. But there was no question about his admiration and regard for her in perhaps all the other ways, and he truly went to pieces when she died in 2000. I remember his often quoting the verse from
A Woman of Valor: Janina, Co-Regulation, Transmission Read More »
The first time I heard Bessel speak must have been in 1988 or 89. It was at the grand rounds of a small, local hospital in Berkeley, open to the public. As ever, I went to everything I could find about trauma. There was so little information in those days. Nobody in my community knew
Boston City Limits: Ghosts and Shadows, Time, Neglect-Informed Psychotherapy Read More »
It was the end of 2019, I was awash in all the mixed emotions of my father’s death. And boom, enter the Pandemic of COVID-19. Abruptly, the entire world was invaded, shrouded by this strange new and seemingly unreal force. Suddenly we were all learning a new language of “shelter in place,” “social distancing”, “don’t touch
Attachment Shock: Pandemic, DBR, Validation Read More »