I am writing some feedback about an updated onboarding process for online therapy clients. It involves them setting clearer objectives and holding themselves accountable to more measurable results before clarifying the benefits they imagine experiencing once they hit those results. Measurement is everywhere now so it’s not a surprise, but I start to wonder how […]
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Taking the bus to Folkestone, Dave Clark and I are on the top deck in the front seats with a big bag of dark red cherries to share. We see if we can spit the stones up and out of the small window, open just a few inches to let in the dusty summer air. […]
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I haven’t seen my daughter recently. She seems to have been camped out at her boyfriends for the past few days. I don’t know if this is a girl thing but we often used to feel a bit guilty that my son’s girlfriend had pretty much moved in with us and hardly ever saw her […]
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There’s a guy I see most mornings on my walk to work. He is always standing at the rear of his car outside the nursery smoking a cigarette while his tiny daughter sits alone on the back seat. He stares into space dragging on his cigarette while she waits patiently to be unstrapped and taken […]
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I’m sitting working at the dining table instead of my desk because I’m keeping the dog company. She doesn’t care. She is asleep. The big problem with having an old antique pedestal dining table is that it wobbles. It’s bad enough eating soup off it but typing on a laptop sometimes feels like I’m bobbing […]
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I’m having lunch with my daughter. I am eating the leftovers from Monday and she is in the kitchen making herself something. She calls from the kitchen, “I don’t know how I’m going to eat this without it falling apart”. Moments later she emerges with an impressive looking falafel and hummus wrap. “I’m having a […]
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My daughter is eighteen today and so, essentially, I now have two adults rather than two children. Aside from the pride I can feel in having managed to get them this far in their lives I am worried about their diminishing need for me because parenting is probably the role I’ve been most comfortable playing […]
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I’m waiting in the car for my daughter who said she wanted to leave at 9.45. She knows I am never late. Sitting with the engine turning over I stare at the door willing it to open even though there isn’t anywhere I have to be this morning. She emerges with a plastic takeaway tray […]
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When we were in our teens Paul and I invented a game. From halfway down my long garden, we’d climb over fences and hedges into neighbouring gardens. If a light went on or we heard a door open we’d scoot back from where we came as quickly as possible, hiding behind trees or in the […]
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In the park Flynn, my sisters Lurcher spots him first and takes off like the wind, hurtling through the trees and off down towards the lake where the path meanders, with the others soon in hot pursuit. “It’s Stuart,” I say, with a resigned half-smile. I know what’s coming. “That bloody man. He’s such a […]
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