“On this gorgeous afternoon, with salty air and warm sun bathing us, I knew what I was looking at was beautiful. I just felt, in every cell in my body, that I did not belong there. I was like a peach sitting on the shelf in a hardware store. Right thing, wrong place.”
While I have been a psychotherapist for 35 years, I have been writing for well over 50 years. I have studied Jungian psychology, art history and braille transcribing. While my husband was seriously ill, I researched everything I could about his diseases and was, in fact, mistaken for a physician at the National Institutes of Health. I live in Minneapolis with my cat, Olive.
“My mother taught me, by example, that there is a large price to pay for a life lived, yet unexamined. Shame is a killer, but refusal to face it, to understand, is a plague. Our souls cannot be tricked. We cannot do an end run around coming to terms with ourselves.”
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