• About ME

    Nearly 30 years of clinical work experience, including private psychotherapy services to individuals, couples and families, administration of mental health and social services programs, plus 20 years of clinical supervision support to psychotherapists in training.

    Having worked in the field of mental health since 1996, I have acquired training and experience to work with chronic and critical illness, end of life and grief, trauma and PTSD, mood disorders, anxiety, LGBT concerns as well as issues for individuals who are questioning or queer, couples counseling, family relational issues, as well as addiction and recovery. I operate from Somatic/Mindfulness, Object Relations and Cognitive-Behavioral orientations. I also have provided clinical supervision to pre-licensed psychotherapists since 2005.

    In addition to my private practice, I currently serve as Vice President of Programs for Hope Solutions.

  • Education

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    Tufts University

    1987-1991

    Bachelor's Degree with double majors in Sociology & English

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    Golden Gate University

    1997-1999

    Master's Degree in Applied Psychology

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    Metta Institute

    2006

    End of Life Counselor Certificate

    I have also completed Hakomi Professional Training and meditation retreats/training in pursuit of more connected and authentic work with my clients.

  • "The future is always beginning now."

     

    Mark Strand

  • hurricane - Mary oliver

    It didn't behave

    like anything you had

    ever imagined. The wind

    tore at the trees, the rain

    fell for days slant and hard.

    The back of the hand

    to everything. I watched

    the trees bow and their leaves fall

    and crawl back into the earth.

    As though, that was that.

    This was one hurricane

    I lived through, the other one

    was of a different sort, and

    lasted longer. Then

    I felt my own leaves giving up and

    falling. The back of the hand to

    everything. But listen now to what happened

    to the actual trees;

    toward the end of that summer they

    pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.

    It was the wrong season, yes,

    but they couldn’t stop. They

    looked like telephone poles and didn’t

    care. And after the leaves came

    blossoms. For some things

    there are no wrong seasons.

    Which is what I dream of for me.

  • reach out

    I'm available evenings and Saturday mornings to schedule a video appointment.

    all sessions via video
    510-684-5933