(To the reader: Mobley is not a fictional person. I wish he were. But this is the world we live in, and these are the words I want to say. Feel free to share this with the Mobleys you know.) Dear Mobley, I've been meaning…
I've gained so much from going to graduate school that I feel guilty saying this, but I've lost something precious along the way. My first therapist told me she thought my struggles felt like my being "refined." This was just post-90s, and contemporary Christian ballads…
Aaron Rodgers first came to my consciousness when I was not a fan of American Football. As a university student, I was only vaguely aware of the exploits of his predecessor in Brett Favre, and admired from afar the sort of freewheeling persona Favre exuded.…
It seemed a Wednesday morning like any other. I was living in Wan Chai, in my comparatively large apartment, and woke-- as I always did-- to the dawn’s light reflecting off of the building across from mine. My memories of those early rosy hues making…
At first glance, I did not think twice about the roles that the slain inhabited. They were mostly women, mostly Korean, and "massage parlour" workers. I had imagined that they were middle-aged women looking to make a living by ironing out the knots in the…
My Son, To My Son, You're doing it. You're living through a pandemic. You aren't even tall enough to reach the place where we put the TV remote, but you're doing something now that whole generations of people have never had to do. I marvel…
A friend recently asked on a Facebook forum what was good about being single. I replied that the tremendous flexibility to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted (especially pre-kids), was one of the best things. But I forgot to mention that a subset of…
I have written the title above as a psychologist whose livelihood stems from serving those who would adamantly disagree with that statement. And they should. When you are suffering from mental illness, you begin to realize how much everything we do is intimately connected with…