Recently, my oldest daughter shared a challenging experience. She is attending a program to learn a particular form of body therapy—called structural integration. During the classes, a couple of the students were rude. At times, their behavior was distracting and even disruptive. During the two month seminar, she debated within herself whether to confront these students. On the one hand, she didn’t want to have an argument with them. But on the other hand, she was annoyed and irritated by their behavior. On the last day of the workshop, she finally did convey her feelings. Read more about Do I express my feelings, or keep them to myself?
Look around you. Everyone is hunched over, walking down the street, texting on his or her smart phone. Families sit at restaurant tables, with every family member’s cell phone at the ready. It’s no wonder that kids want these devices as soon as their parents are willing to fork them over. Read more about Smartphones and kids: Dos and Don'ts
Joe has been increasing his alcohol use for several years, and now he’s drinking an entire bottle of wine or more, four to five nights a week. He doesn’t think he’s impaired; after all he’s built up a high tolerance. But his family is angry and embarrassed. Joe doesn’t drink at work, so he doesn’t think he has a problem. “So what if I like to have a couple of glasses of wine at the end of the week or on Saturday night”. He’s not like his uncle and his mother who drank heavily during the day and died from liver failure. But his family has an entirely different story about his alcohol use. Read more about Alcohol dependence
The other night I was tired, hungry, and feeling overwhelmed when I got home from work. It was a long day. My wife, who had a cold for several days, asked me to do something. I barked back at her.
I felt terrible.
How often do we lose our temper at our children or our spouse? It frequently happens at the end of the day when we are exhausted. The kids ask us to do “one more thing” and we crack. We find ourselves yelling at a little kid, who looks back at us with an innocent, hurt look in his eyes.
When my oldest daughter was 3 years old, I had my first (pre)school conference. The teacher kindly explained to me that my daughter was “shy”, but otherwise was “no problem”. I was stunned. My entire parental life flashed in front of my eyes. She must be shy because we moved when she was 6 months old. Perhaps I was too strict, or maybe not strict enough? What had I done to make my daughter shy? I must have done something wrong. I was wracked with self-doubt. Read more about Surviving the myth of the perfect parent
Why me? It’s a natural question when a family member dies before their time, when a relationship ends, or when we lose a job.
At first, we feel stunned. Deep inside, we expect that our lives should unfold uneventfully. We believe that we should be the master of our fate. Tragedy happens to others, but not us.
At the same time, our culture is filled with pictures of happy, satisfied men and women pursuing their dreams. When we are the victims of misfortune, we can feel let down by life. We may feel that something is wrong with us. We may feel that we did something wrong. Read more about Learning from life's pain
Every day in the United States, thousands of baby boomers are turning 65. No wonder many of us hear about friends and family that are retiring or at least talking about it. I have several friends that took the big step. Read more about Retirement