At age fifty-two, I often feel hopeless about being able to get back into shape. I used to love to run. For thirty years, I ran because it altered my mood and lightened the dysthmia that snaked its way into …

Lisa came into my office a few days ago in tears. “Life’s just out of control, that’s all”  she said. Three days earlier she had experienced a melt down. After working at a local food pantry, she took one child …