Jim Rapson, therapist
"I went to therapy and it took," my friend Michele used to say. I was envious. Now I can say the same.
After seven years of therapy (and theatre -- the two entwined like a DNA helix), I am grateful to be setting off for my mom's house, and looking forward to it. I don't think I would have found peace with my mother, without the patient spiritual witnessing and partner-work of Jim.
I saw a movie once where they said, "You can make peace with your parents while they're alive. Or after they're dead. It's easier when they're alive."
Okay. Off to my mom's turkey, made the old-country way, with giblets and homemade gravy and all the trimmings.
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