Most social workers know the analogy of the old man and the starfish. As the story goes: a young woman, jogging along the sea shore, stopped when she came across a strange scene. The beach, she observed, was covered with starfish, having been thrust upon the sand by violent waves. Unable to live outside of … Continue reading But what can I do?
Sitting on my mother's patio, in the early morning as spears of golden light form bands of simmering art on the concrete, I relish my time alone. The others are sleeping after a frantic round of Christmas gatherings. So much food, presents and general mirth, Christmas has yet to arrive and we are tired. As … Continue reading My Christmas Wish