The Mindful Music Therapist

It’s not as if funerals are supposed to be great occasions.  But I went to R’s funeral this morning (which, I swear, lasted all of fifteen m...

Last week R came up to me when I walked through his group on my way to sign someone else out for his session.  I knew before I walked throug...

“Maybe the problem is that I’ve been speaking the wrong language.”  That was what started to dawn on me yesterday as I sat with B, feeling ...