Welcome to my blog. I will be sharing with you some stories, some vignettes, if you will, about relationships. How we get into them, how we survive them, how we nurture them. As a drama therapist, I love stories. I love how they can inspire us and teach us new ways to look at our lives and our problems. All part of our ability to Rehearse For Life.
Here then are some vignettes that I hope will amuse you, feed your imagination, and make you think about your own relationships. I welcome your comments and suggestions as we take this journey together.
“The writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don’t dare reveal.” – Elia Kazan
My parents were secret agents. I’m not kidding. But the cold war is over now and the secrets can finally be told (keeping in mind, of course Mark Twain’s advice to never let the truth get in the way of a good story). The funny thing is that my parents raised me, their eldest son, to be an agent provocateur but my job is to find a way to uncover the secrets. To find a safety zone outside of the warring conflict in which those secrets can be revealed without retribution, without more shame and guilt and blame. Without stirring up...read more
I really feel for mothers, especially for those who have created a brood of young needy ones. It is hard to keep up. With all that is going on simultaneously around a busy house, it is easy for the hardworking, stressed-out mother to get distracted and forget where she has left her To Do List or her phone book, or her child, for that matter. When we finally were able to move into our first home in sunny California, it was quite a change for my mom. I had been born in a one-room walk up in Manhattan where I have been told my crib was actually...read more
When my friends and I were young teenagers we decided to adopt the names of secret agents as our nom de plumes. There was “Dirty” Tim Barnard, “April Dancer” Ossario, Mad Max Ford and our ringleader, Rick “Bond” 00Ford. I was named Bradford Cat, from the TV series T.H.E. Cat, and the name stuck, especially after I played the part of Captain Cat in our 9th grade production of Dylan Thomas’ Under Milkwood (which shows you how progressive our drama club was–thank you great teachers. I didn’t understand the play then, nor do...read more