Dec 7, 20196 minWhy Your Therapist Can't Be Your FriendHave you ever fantasized about being friends with your therapist? She smiles when you arrive, and she truly likes you. Her eyes shine...
Nov 8, 20195 minFlashback Girl Feels SadIt began with exhaustion. I have been on a whirlwind schedule for two years now, treating my clients during the week, writing or speaking...
Oct 11, 20195 minA Whole New (Burn) WorldI spent three days at my own personal Disney Land last week. In truth, I stayed just two miles away from the actual Disney Land, but I...
Sep 20, 20193 minIt's Not that Easy Being BurnedI write today wrapped in old clothes I don’t care about, so the bleeding won’t matter. Half of my body shines luminous scarlet, as my...
Sep 6, 20194 minWhen Mother Doesn't Know BestI used to love P.D. Eastman’s book, Are You My Mother? The story was about a baby bird whose mother was nowhere to be found when he...
Jun 1, 20194 minLessons on Resilience from my DadIf there were ever a contest for the most unique person, I would enter my father, Bill Deguire. He moved through the world with such...
May 6, 20194 minGraduating and Gone: A Love Story for my Girl My oldest daughter, Julia, graduated from college this weekend. My work as her mother is not fully finished, but surely this graduation...
Apr 27, 20193 minMy Burns and the Magical LaserI am hunkering down at home for a week. I wear sloppy clothes that I don’t mind staining with blood. First I am in pain, then I itch,...
Mar 31, 20193 min"You can do it!"“You can do it. You can do it. You can do it.” I peeked out my bedroom, looking for my four-year-old daughter. I heard her high-pitched...
Mar 24, 20193 min"Burn Baby Burn!"I walked alone down the high school hallway, heading toward my locker. I was a new kid, with no friends. I wore an Indian-print...
Mar 6, 20192 minHow I Found my Theme“You need a theme for your blog,” Karen advised me over our annual birthday brunch. We have been friends since eighth grade, when I was...
Mar 5, 20192 minThe Worst Nightmare“There’s an ambulance at Vickie’s house,” my husband said. We frowned at each other. Vickie and her family had been our friends for...