I was born a wordsmith, as surely as the night is dark and the day is long.  I write to discover myself and what I am made of, and to make sense of a bewildering world. Stories are what define and shape us, both individually and as a culture. I know who I am because of the stories I tell myself, we know who we are because of the stories we tell ourselves. I use my blog--Things To Tell My Therapist--as a place to work out what I'm thinking and the experiences I've had, and as a place to brainstorm for new essays. I like to take photos too, so you'll find some of my photos on my Gallery page. 

Some days I feel as though my body is made not of bone and muscle and blood, but of landscapes. I feel sure that if someone peered into the center of my chest they might see the gentle slopes of a dark green valley, a mountain for a heart. I am most myself when I am outside with my dog, around a dinner table with my family, or with my shotgun over my shoulder, loaded for bird.