The Art of Pre-Grieving

The art of pre-grieving is one I learned from my dad. Because he was afraid to die. My dad was 43 when I was born. Born in 1919, Dad was from a time where a long life was not assumed. His sister, Alma, died of scarlet fever when she was 6. His parents both died in...

Weekend Fun Takes Discipline

A client said this to me this week “Fun on the weekends takes discipline.” I found myself nodding. I know, “fun takes discipline” could sound a bit like “Take your medicine and like it, dammit” but I notice that if I leave all my...