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Pancreatic, Carcinoid, Stomach and Lung Cancer Awareness Month: Beyond “You Are Getting Sleepy”: Cancer and Hynotherapy

November 12, 2014 by


I’m going to kind of go out on a limb here when I discuss one of the treatments I use for many ailments, but also for cancer, and you may think to yourselves: “That Candida.” But I figure anyone who has stayed with me through my harangue on exercise, my advocating pets and plants for your […]

Under My Thumb–Controlling Spouses, Part V: Warning Signs

September 1, 2014 by


So you’ve read about Connie, about Kyle, about Norah, Diane, Tali, and Janice, and I’m confident you’ve gotten the ideas from these case histories that all is not right in the state of Denmark.  You probably also would like to make sure your marriage or relationship doesn’t turn out like the relationships of any of […]

The Evolution of Psychotherapy

August 29, 2013 by


I must confess that I’m not a natural at talk therapy. There’s a lot of quiet time in the room during sessions, while I desperately think of something to say , and the various therapists…well, I don’t know what they’re thinking. probably catching up on their shut-eye, or perhaps thinking about their stock portfolio, or […]

Of a Boy, a Brain Tumor, and a Battle: A Biofeedback Success Story

March 8, 2012 by


My guess is that, as he spent his days in second and third grade as all elementary students do–gazing out the window, learning a bit, chewing up pencils at the electric pencil sharpener, beginning to learn cursive just so they can forget it–Garrett Porter never guessed he’d go on to write a book about visualization […]

Of Cabbages and Kings and. . . .Warts?: The Dermatological Power of the Hypnotic Mind

March 7, 2012 by


I try to appreciate, as the famous vet wrote, “all creatures great and small,” “all things bright and beautiful.” I find spiders entrancing. I won’t kill a waterbug, not matter how much my (grown!) daughter carries on and calls it a roach. I create my own mulch pile (termed “slop” by my husband in an […]