This late rain is so lovely here in California. I’m eager to check on my garden when it lets up.

Stunning. If I could only step into a painting.

Really nice

Dissociation is my go-to experience there.

These comments are the best!

“Only 3.2 percent of Americans live with an active-duty service member in their immediate family.”

And some of us have multiple members in our family.

I have to stop and remind myself how abstract military life is for almost everybody else.

My rugby-playing son approves.

What a soulless thing to say.

I believe in Costco.

And another metaphor is born.

I won't hold my breath.

Eat your veggies, kids, you have a national debt to pay off.

So, how do we raise children to value and have the courage to tell the truth? First and foremost, we, as their parents, do the same. We name the truth--even, and especially, when that means saying, "I don't know," or "I don't like it," or "I'm scared."

#parenting #posttruth

Raise children with enough security to call out wrongdoing. This starts at home. In other words, model enough security so that when our children call us out on our own behavior, we are influenced by them. We listen. We respond. We repair.

To him, it's about embarrassing others and not about justice. Got it.

If we forget the difference of what truth and lies feel like, we will be lost. We can’t always think our way through mazes of lies, but we can feel our way through … if we have the emotional regulation to feel things that go against what we think we know.

The water is beautiful

Independence Day, Jacksonville, NC. Oorah.

Imagine hearing this verbally from somebody, anybody, in person. All internal alarm bells would be signaling.

Yup. 52 today. I started shopping for parkas.

Team green. Oh well.

Blue!

I just ordered pizza for family dinner and it is barely 3:30.

He requires the external emotional regulation support of an infant.

Then get the government funded so the lab employees can keep working.

Picture of a pile of colorful crayons on a white background with the quote “broken crayons can still color”

This is something David Kessler often says about people in grief. But I also think it pertains to when we have a chronic illness, or trauma, or any kind of experience that was not what we planned and breaks us. We can’t create the life we wanted so we just think it’s over.

Ouch.

Same. This speaks to that one job with the messed up power dynamics.

I’m loving this song.

Current favorite on The Life of a Showgirl.

"They wanna see you rise, they don't want you to reign.
I showed you all the tricks of the trade.
All I asked for is your loyalty, my dear protégé."

(There can be a dark side to clinical supervision.)