Most people who call me have been carrying something for a while. A divorce, a teenager who stopped talking, a loss that still sits heavy, or just a long stretch of feeling worn thin.
We go slow. I listen more than I talk, and I'll never hand you a worksheet and send you home. You'll leave each time with one small thing to try that week.
Small towns are small, so here's my promise: what you say stays in the room, and if we see each other at the grocery store, I'll let you say hi first.









