When I was a newly-hatched therapist, I believed I was supposed to know more than my client. What good is a license if you aren’t…
Month: September 2025
It was an outrageous day when a policeman knocked on our door. He wanted help finding next of kin. A drunk driver had just killed…
It was traffic that brought Rory in to therapy. He hated incompetent drivers. His wife said he was dangerous on the road and needed therapy…
Wilbert Walters was twenty-three in 1952, when he returned home to New Orleans after crossing into adulthood in the US Air Force. The past four…