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In my work as a Gestalt Counselor, I find myself to be endlessly fascinated with the stories people tell: stories about family, about personal experiences, about reflections on life, the universe and everything (thanks Douglas Adams). As a counselor, I try to be a healthy mirror for my clients, sharing only what personal information is relevant and helpful to the process at hand.


This blog represents MY own stories: about my family, my personal experiences, my own reflections on life - deeply personal anecdotes. One was recently published in The Northwestern Law Journal des Refusés. 


I look forward to whatever feedback and reflections anyone might have.

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