For all the kids who have bravely and brilliantly helped me understand what it’s like to be them You awaken with a start as an alarm clangs next to your head. Someone turns on the light in your room and it glares against your eyelids. You burrow under the covers,...
Parents often feel curiosity and confusion about the play therapy process. If you’ve been to therapy as an adult, you may assume your child’s session will be similar – and that talking with kids is the best or only way to help them heal, grow, and change. After all,...
When my father died, I stumbled upon the slow, excruciating realization that we, as a society, did not talk about grief. As I discovered, such conversations were usually tucked away into shadowy corners, concealed by hushed tones and anxious glances—as if to avoid...
When I think about my childhood, my mind gravitates toward memories of play: enacting detailed and dramatic scenarios with dolls and Legos, writing and illustrating stories, and pretending I was an explorer as I scrambled around in the woods behind my family’s house....
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