Author: June O'Hara
What Your Therapist Keeps To Herself
Did you ever wonder what your therapist is thinking? A therapist myself, I’ll disclose some things she probably won’t tell you: There are weeks you have it more together than she does. She sometimes battles the urge to […]
The Password
September, 2012: “I’m sorry,” my friend tells me. “That’s the one thing about this computer. It asks for a password that I don’t remember.” She sighs. “Okay. First try the basics. Welcome, user, admin. Stuff like that. If they don’t work, enter my […]
In The Middle Of The Night
Hey Brad, It’s the middle of the night and I’m wide awake. I should go clean out the fridge or twist myself into some yoga poses, but I’m emailing you instead. How goes the search for Vivian’s birthday present? I think a handbag is better than hockey tickets, if you ever […]
Independence Day: A Therapist’s Secrets
A therapist of many years, I’m sharing some interesting psychological insights about the Fourth of July holiday. For instance, you might not know it, but. . . 1. Wearing red, white and blue is often a […]
Independence Day: What I’d Like To Be Free Of
I’d like to be free of the apostrophe that renders my name “June O&!#%*Hara.” I’d like to be free of the need to eat after I’ve brushed and flossed for the night. Free of my lust for White Castle and fettucine […]
On Writing: Today I Fight Back
So. This is the part where I try to let go and be freer in my writing, because people are making me suggesting it. It’s the part where I acknowledge that I’m excessively enamored with semi-colons, spot-on grammar and words […]
Presidential Particulars: Asking The Tough Questions
The government seems to know everything about us. Today I’m turning the tables and setting forth rebuttal queries about intimate aspects of presidential life. Here’s what I want to know: 1. If, as the President, you spill chocolate milk on Mrs. Lincoln’s hand-sewn […]
Lost, Sans Clothing
I go to a nude beach with my boyfriend. Think what you will; I like having God gaze down upon my bare ass as I watch the waves roll in. I know He has a wide […]