I have known many heroes. There was my surgeon, Dr. John Constable, who saved my life when I was little, and provided me with kindness and care. There was my...

In week seven of quarantine, how are you managing your time? Are you contemplating new projects around your home? Catching up with old friends? Or are you de...

When Mister Rogers was a little boy and not yet a Mister, he found current events frightening. According to the news, tragedies were happening everywhere. Wh...

For the last year, I have been speaking about psychological resilience, almost by accident. I didn’t really intend to lecture; I started off writing my memoi...

We live in a quarantined area, and have been instructed to stay home as much as possible. I have never been so grateful to live in a four-bedroom house. We h...

One night I was 17, my friends Joe, Peter, and I watched Monty Python’s The Life of Brian. (As with all Monty Python, this is not a film to watch if you are ...

What do you think is the most difficult psychotherapy to do well? Child therapy? Treating the terminally ill? No. There is one request that usually makes psy...

When you think of a surgeon, what comes to mind? A man striding in his white coat, barking imperiously, staff trailing behind? A self-important man (usually ...

(Reprinted from February 11, 2019) I used to dread Valentine’s Day, the holiday of the loved and desired. My friend Hannah would dress confidently in her fuz...

A month ago, I wrote about my client, whom I witnessed being diagnosed with a brain tumor. (https://www.lisedeguire.com/post/why-your-therapist-can-t-be-your...