Recently, I had the chance to talk with reporter, Liz Regalia of Parents.com about something that comes up a lot in my work: teens, bikini waxing, and the whirlwind of messages they get about their bodies. It’s a topic that, let’s be honest, can feel awkward for everyone involved. But it also sits at a really important intersection of hygiene, cultural pressure, and our kids’ emotional well-being.

Here we are—late January. The holiday lights are coming down, the party invites have stopped, and if you found yourself wrapped up in a cozy new relationship over the last few months, you might be feeling… a shift.

Hey there, and welcome to a new year—that time when we all think about starting fresh. If therapy is on your mind—whether you're curious from hearing about EMDR on a podcast, intrigued by ketamine therapy in the headlines, or just thinking it might be time—I wanted to have a chat.

As the final hours of the year tick down, it’s natural to feel a sense of urgency. We look back at what we didn’t accomplish, and forward at what we must achieve next. We set resolutions with a fervent hope that January 1st marks a definitive, clean start. This year, I want to offer you a different kind of resolution.

If you’re reading this on Christmas Eve, there’s a good chance you’re surrounded by the people you love, wrapped in the warmth of tradition and the hope that defines this season. In my family, this year, hope has a new name, and it doesn’t just belong to a holiday. It belongs to a person.

Hey everyone. The holidays are supposed to be all about peace and connection, right? But let's keep it real: they can also be a total pressure cooker, especially when it comes to family, friends, and money. That pressure to give the perfect (and sometimes pricey) gift can make anyone stressed. And when family members are in different financial places, those differences can suddenly feel huge.

Last week, we talked about how your best friend can become your holiday nemesis on a trip. We explored the pressure cooker of forced proximity, differing budgets, and the simple fact that no one is on their "best behavior" 24/7. But what happens when the pressure cooker isn't a vacation rental? What happens when it’s your own home, and the cast of characters isn't your friends, but your family?