I was born among the cornfields of the Midwest, and grew up just Northwest of Chicago. Thus, both country and big city are woven together in my bones. This shapes my vision, my walk, and the way I greet the world. Got my first psychology degree in a LARGE university that held, at that time, a very mechanical view of human being. Knowing there was more to us...the dreamers, the builders, the lost children, the solid men and women who sigh late at night, the junkies kings and queens...I left to follow a blue collar life as my graduate school. I've driven tow trucks and taxis, worked the railroad, played concert halls, helped a child to be born, held an old one's hand as they crossed over, and cried with the survivors. In all this, always the counselor, the one people came to with nightmares and dreams. They often just sought someone who could truly see them and hear them. I was drawn into the world of addiction, and worked with those in hospitals, jails, and treatment centers. This work lead to that wellspring of addiction, trauma...and that work lead to a refined practice of grief, spirituality, and regeneration.
Oh, yeah...along the way I discovered my longed-for home in the Rocky Mountains, wandered and returned, found the girl of my dreams, and now grow corn in your neighborhood. (Okay, not a lot...it's a garden...but still.) Now I sit with those who cross my path, who seek to be free of what they've done or make sense of what they do. Life can always be rich and full. I hope we can talk soon.