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…
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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…
I regret to tell you there is no way around it: the state of your backbone is related to the stockpile of your traumas. But…
He’s asleep behind the wheel of his parked car. It’s 2am. A growing rythmic rumble wakes him. He looks up into the headlights of a…
Interviewing Coach Walters for his biography taught me the inside of an athlete’s world. One amazing revelation was the intricacy of the human body as…
I met Coach Walters when we sat down side by side at a round-table discussion in the local library. The subject was race. We were…
May your foundation be strong when the winds of change are swift. – Bob Dylan – Can-do folks know that in our hidden foundations we…
As a psychotherapist I learned right away that Truth (with a capital T) is always job one. Clients could be counted on to avoid it. In fact, the point of psychological defenses is to avoid painful truths. The clients counted on me to pursue their truth at all costs. How was I supposed to empathize, build trust and still say, “I don’t believe you.”?