It arrives as a quiet question, usually after something has happened again — the relationship that ended the same way as the last one, the opportunity that got close and then fell apart, the professional dynamic that has, by now, an entirely familiar shape. The...
The shape of the life being considered — a different city, a different kind of work, a relationship honestly reckoned with — is vivid enough. The reasons for it are clear enough. And yet the move doesn't happen. The decision stays open. The tension, as...
There is a particular kind of account that surfaces early in therapy — coherent, practiced, assembled from real experience. Someone describing how they always end up in the same situation, how they have never quite been able to do the thing they said they wanted,...
Sunday afternoon, somewhere in Greenwich or Westport or Darien. The weekend has been fine — a soccer game, a dinner, a walk that went long. The email was closed. The phone was mostly down. And then somewhere around four o'clock, without anything changing in the...