THERAPY ON ZOOM?

THERAPY ON ZOOM?

  I flipped my appointment book back to March 16, 2020. The page is covered in red ink circling the names of clients I needed to contact to schedule virtual sessions. Scrawled across the week’s calendar in purple highlighter is “COVID. I started with phone...
HELEN AND THE 7 CHAKRAS

HELEN AND THE 7 CHAKRAS

The call came in the middle of a therapy session. I let it go to voicemail. When I played back the message, a woman’s somber voice said, “Hello Sharon…I’m a friend of Helen’s. Her dementia has gotten worse. She’s unable to care for herself and has been...
SOURDOUGH SCONES

SOURDOUGH SCONES

Baking was a ritual I started after becoming housebound. I wasn’t alone. Remember early in the shut down when there were no bags of flour on grocery store shelves, no baking powder, and no yeast? In the olden days, when my children were young and money was scarce, I’d...
AN EPIPHANY ABOUT TIME

AN EPIPHANY ABOUT TIME

It’s 12:50 on a Monday and there’s not enough time. I am not even sure what I’m late for. But, I can feel my heart beating rapidly and a fluttering sensation in my chest. The image of a heart with wings comes to mind, but my heart doesn’t feel like it’s taking...
A LIZARD TALE

A LIZARD TALE

Lenny, where are you? I had learned to talk to the lizard in a soft voice so I wouldn’t startle him. It was just a week ago, late afternoon, the time Lenny usually hunted for insects on the screen in my writing studio. I looked in the shady places on the window...
LIFE IN THE TIME OF PANDEMIC

LIFE IN THE TIME OF PANDEMIC

  It’s been four months…or five? Is that possible? I have lost my sense of time, of past, present and future. Actually, it’s “future” that’s gone missing. I can’t seem to plan ahead. Yeah, I can schedule phone sessions with my clients, think about what’s in...