There are days in clinical social work when the elegant frameworks we study feel light‑years away from the chaos of real human experience. There are days when a child hands you a plastic walkie talkie, instructs you to speak in a pirate voice, and demands that you help rescue a half‑buried Happy Meal figurine from… Continue reading The Fart Bucket and the Strange Wisdom of Children

I have been thinking lately about the ways we come to understand our lives through the slow unfolding of experience. Phenomenology has a word for this. It invites us to pay attention to the world as it is lived, not as it is categorized or diagnosed. It asks us to notice how meaning rises up… Continue reading Finding Meaning in the Branches