Batya Jacobs

You don’t need to be a therapist to be able to sit quietly with a person in pain and just be there.

I rang the bell, and my big brother opened the door. “Daddy’s dead.” I screamed, “You’re lying, you’re lying!”

I remember those moments, sitting there on my daddy’s lap watching the thumbnail marks gradually spreading over the page. That piece of time is crystallized in my memory. I can still replay the fascination with the idea that those thumbnail marks were cre...

"I want you to come and see me. Make an appointment for next week. We will talk then. Goodbye." I felt cold inside; other worldly, trembly with fingers of relentless ice slipping like slime through all the arteries of my body. This was it; this is what I ...