One More Perspective

There are as many realities as the number of people involved. – Hubay Vica


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I am glad you are here. If this is the first time you are visiting this site, the following is a quick orientation. To read a single-perspective account of a Family’s complicated history from old Hungary to the highly-nuanced United States, please look for chapter numbering (zero to nine); the chapters build on one-another in numerical order. No chapter is meant to be a standalone one. There are also titles without a chapter designation; those are short writings about a broad range of seemingly random topics. Thank You for arriving with lovingkindness.

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  • The Octopus and the Turtle in Hollywood

    The Dressmaker Looking at Jocelyn Moorhouse’s The Dressmaker through an Imago Relationship Therapy framework yields a fascinating analysis. The film is essentially a case study in generational trauma, defensive adaptations, and the polarizing dynamics of childhood wounding playing out in adult relationships.In Imago theory, individuals generally adapt to early relational pain by becoming either Maximizers… Continue reading

  • Phenomenology

    Is it the human condition to accept that we cannot expect people to be able to relate to our perspective and decision-making because they simply cannot walk in our shoes and understand the environmental conditions/context of our experiences? That is a profound and heavy realization to land on, especially when you are navigating a significant… Continue reading

  • Grief

    “I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”  C.S. Lewis On first look, I am wholly unqualified to write about grief, grieving.  I lack the formal education and credentials, and everyone biologically closest to me is alive.  Fair enough!  In my effort to loop back and revisit… Continue reading

  • Chapter II: The Mother Who Cost Me My Daughter

    Oh, such a tempting title, but a very thorny one. The bold expression first soothes the devastated Mother in me, but then also tugs on the parts of me which have cultivated appreciation for how complex relationships are and how I do not wish to engage in the divisive behaviors from which I continue to… Continue reading

  • Chapter VIII: “It’s me! Hi! I’m the problem, it’s me!”

    Upon my first hearing of this Taylor Swift song, I immediately bonded with several of the lines. They sum up how my Mother has always related to me, pointing her finger away from herself and reflexively, at me.  Over the decades, it became My Mother’s unchallengeable routine, branding me with the judgment for a variety… Continue reading