Accepting new clients November 2022

When I found out I was pregnant four years ago, I was living two thousand miles from my family, in a shaky marriage, changing jobs and moving to a new city. My new employer was a behavioral health agency that had tasked me with creating a brand new art therapy program. Meanwhile I was dealing with unbearable exhaustion, nausea, and zero sick days. To say it was a stressful time in my life would be an understatement. While I could say there were a lot of things I was lacking

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who do I love most of all?” If you were to ask this question of the Magic Mirror, what would it reflect back to you? And if it were to give you a list of your loved ones, how far down would you be on the list? No matter the answer, breath in and fill your lungs with love, and as you breath back out, share that love, but keep some for yourself as well. Here’s a thing about love- No matter how many ways you split it, love doesn’t run out, it only

As I laid in bed this morning, relaxed and immobile I heard a familiar “warning huff” from my puppy, Sweetie McGee, that meant “it’s time for my morning walk.” My plans were to take her for a walk, write, and then get ready for the rest of the day as a mother and art therapist. Today the daily routine felt stale. Although I noticed that the Arizona sun was still meek and mild, as it too was waking up slowly, I forgot to feel gratitude. After Sweetie stopped for what felt lik

If and when you think of art therapy, perhaps you think of play. If so, that is a good thing, but it’s only half the story. Traditional talk therapy or psychotherapy can sound daunting and unpleasant to many, which is why I enjoy using clay and paint as tools for expressing emotions when words won’t do. Perhaps therapy sounds good in theory but also like something that can be put off until the stars magically align and your baby learns to sleep through the night, or your t