I teach the tenets of IFS therapy through the lens of narcissistic abuse recovery.

Saturday night found me at home in my jammies nose-deep in a book about shame. Though the scene (herbal tea, fuzzy blanket, snoring dog) was placid, my inner landscape was…

“This music isn’t even music. It’s a poem... It’s in all of the rituals and celebrations, all the family gatherings. Music has been and always will be present.”