Dear New Shrink, I started a new job about two weeks ago. I have been waiting for a position like this for a long time but now I have a difficult decision to make.
During our pregnancies, we practiced yoga to try to relieve stress, backaches, and that awful swelling in our knees and ankles. We did specific exercises to help us get our bodies in shape to deliver and keep our minds calm and focused through the excruciating pain of childbirth.
What if bygones are never bygones? What happens to a man, betrayed by a friend, who seethes in anger and bitterness for the next 30 years? And what happens to that former friend who has, ostensibly, “put the past behind him,” but has to live with the ineradicable knowledge of that betrayal and the s
A guy walks into a doctor’s office with a carrot in his ear and a piece of celery up his nose. The doctor told him he wasn’t eating right. Badum-bum. Last week we looked at vitamin A’s uses and food sources.
If you are looking for a book that can help you humanize the homeless, this is the one. Author Susan Madden Lankford has lovingly spent some time with the San Diego homeless chronicling the story.
Just like listening to your favorite rock record, the film “Pirate Radio” is an enjoyable ride through the human soul. Written and directed by Richard Curtis (“Love Actually”), the movie is a comedic exploration of the 1960s rock ‘n’ roll culture.
As a food person who teaches cooking, I often get asked what my favorite restaurant in L.A. is — a daunting question for anyone due to the magnitude and expanse of such a place as Los Angeles.
Dear New Shrink, Why do people ignore “red flags?” I know I have done it in the past with relationships. I now know better but never really understood why I did it.
Some of my fondest childhood memories are of winters in Boston, sledding in the Boston Common, skiing along the Charles River, and ice skating on the duck pond in the Public Garden.
I always wanted to hear the word, “Mommy” and know it was directed at me. When I was a child, it was just me and my mother, “Mommie” as I call her, or as she sometimes signed her notes, “Mom E.
