Laurel has always been a sensitive soul. She feels things very deeply, has always been firmly attached to me and Jon (resulting in a tendency towards prolonged and painful separation), and loves our little family trio with all her heart.

And while she enjoys movies, she’s not one of those kids who can watch explosions and . . . → Read More: A Sensitive Soul

Back in the day, when people asked me what I did for a living and I told them I was a psychologist, they invariably asked me to interpret their dreams. (When I tried to be more specific and tell them I was a music psychologist, they asked me about music therapy…for the record, also not my . . . → Read More: Bad Dreams

It’s nothing new, but I’ve been feeling rather short on hours lately. When the announcement for Laurel’s family math event came through a couple of weeks ago and Jon said he couldn’t make it, I sighed and thought, “Ugh. It’s early release day too. Which means I’ll get about 3 hours to work that day. There’s . . . → Read More: Glee

This weekend I took Laurel to Robbins Park in Arlington — the park with the two huge slides built into the hill and the spectacular view of the skyline. And oh, Laurel is such a different kid than she was just a year ago. Instead of clinging to me, or wanting me to stay close, or . . . → Read More: Sisters