Before becoming a deconstructed adult during such unprecedented times, I probably thought hope was a trite platitude associated with a few bible verses and Easter Sunday. An idea that was tossed around without much heft or importance. All of my therapy career has been through challenging times. I attended grad school on the heels of a divorce and life change that shook my core ideas about what being an adult woman was. In grad school, during the election of Trumps first term, I was taught how...

Overhead shot of people working in a community garden. In the past few years, I have been stretching myself to decolonize my own therapeutic lens, my view of the world, and my place in this tumultuous world. The authors, podcast hosts, and speakers I have been learning from are in agreement: No one is coming to save us. We see community care and mutual aid playing out in Minneapolis in opposition of this administrations attack on American people. Like many other white people in the world, I...

We're talking about space...though not this kind. My husband and I have been going through it this year. After years of serving the refugee community in various positions, he was laid off and eventually let go when the Trump administration shut down almost all refugee resettlement in the US. We weren't wholly surprised, we just thought it might take a bit longer. He was excellent at his job and loved helping that population. It was heartbreaking for him to experience that loss, not to mention...