A crack in my shell of perception

When I was in my mid-twenties, I can remember sitting in a psychologist's office complaining bitterly about my father, and every time this woman tried to offer me a different perspective about him; tried to help me see him in a new light, I intensified my accusations against him, giving her tons of incriminating evidence to… Continue reading A crack in my shell of perception

A child’s mind

I started to write yesterday about an experience that I had as a substitute teacher, and found myself off in a completely different direction, which is fine with me, but the memory of one moment, keeps coming up. This particular day, I was assigned to a kindergarten class in Bolton Landing, NY. The teacher was… Continue reading A child’s mind