I live in Arizona by choice and feel a certain sense of pride when the car temperature displays 122 degrees on some August days. Some days you get sunburned just walking to your car in the parking lot, so skin cancer checks are something people...
When I was about 10 years old, I remember my siblings and I trying to think of a gift we could give our parents for their upcoming wedding anniversary. We came up with a plan to buy a collage picture frame that we could fill...
Bill Miller, Allen Zweben and I decided to write a second edition to our Treating Addiction text. It all seemed like a very good idea except for one thing — the writing part. I wasn’t sure where to fit it in. My days are full. My...
My friend and I were standing in front of a restaurant, chatting and enjoying the sun and waiting for a table to become available. A mom with three small children walked toward us to where her car was parked. She looked frazzled. Two little boys...
Six hundred and thirty-two. That’s how many tiny brown seeds my daughter and I have collected from the mesquite tree outside of her school. We open the dried seed pods that are scattered on the ground. We look at each seed with surprise and delight and...
“I will be the leader!” my 7-year daughter, Ella, announced as she stood up and put her hands firmly on her hips. We were headed to our backyard to collect a variety of leaves for her school science project. I began walking toward the door with...
I accompanied my husband to a conference in Las Vegas this past weekend. After my husband’s morning meeting was over, we found ourselves with a full Saturday ahead of us. We talked about what we wanted to do, and settled on finding out about the...
I had flown in to Dallas late the night before, checked into my hotel room and, after a short night’s sleep, found myself back at the hotel front desk early the next morning to check out and head to a meeting. There were lots of...
Spring has begun in Scottsdale and I was feeling extra happy in the warm sun, wearing a bright yellow dress that reflected my happy mood. Walking across a parking lot, a woman touched my shoulder and said, “Cute dress!” “Thank you!” I smiled and replied. “It’s...
One of the required courses during my first year in graduate school was an orientation to clinical work. The course met late on Friday afternoons. For the six of us in year one of the clinical psychology program, it was the only thing holding us...