It was 1988 and a friend of mine, Michael, was in the hospital. He had been diagnosed with AIDS and back then, it meant that he wouldn’t be here for much longer. There were no cocktails tofight the virus and the only drug available was reportedly killing people at the...

My mother had a firm opinion about therapy. It was for the weak-minded. She was a member of “the bootstrap generation.” Instead of talking things through, you pulled yourself up by the bootstraps and moved on. You swallowed your feelings and kept busy. Sufferingin...

The following is a true story. It’s my first memory: I was five years old and I dreamt I was in the kitchen of my childhood home when I heard a roar that was so loud and terrifying, I put my hands over my ears. A massive lion was pacing at the other end of the room....

I have a famous bed. It’s a healing bed. All of my friends know about it. From successful motivational speakers to my best friends for decades, they come to me when they’re having a meltdown. I  put them in my bed, I pull up the covers and I stroke their heads until...

God hides the fires of hell within Paradise.                                                 —  Paul Coelho             In the early ninties, a man I was dating, I’ll call him Nick, invited me to his private island in Tahiti. His mother was Tahitian and a friend of...