Resilience Spotlight: Ronald Cohen, MD, Family Psychotherapist, Part 1
Questions for Ronald Cohen, MD, Family Psychotherapist. WMB (Watch Me Bounce): Please tell us a little about what you do. RC (Ronald Cohen): I am an Board Certified Psychiatrist turned Systemic Family Therapist trained at Family Institute of Westchester in the multicultural, multicontextual extension of Bowen Theory, who specializes in helping families adapt and heal from unexpected crises and stressful life-cycle challenges, especially those caused by severe and chronic medical and psychiatric illness, trauma, and disability. I provide diagnostic, therapeutic, and educational services to help families resolve relationship difficulties and live happier, healthier and more fulfilling lives. As a consultant specialist I provide clinical supervision and help other health ...
June 27, 2013Resilience Spotlight: Celia Tomlinson, Entrepreneur, Engineer, Author,and Motivational Speaker
Watch Me Bounce Interview with Celia Tomlinson, Entrepreneur, Engineer, Author, and Motivational Speaker WMB (Watch Me Bounce): Please tell us a little about what you do. CT (Celia Tomlinson): In 2008, I retired as President & CEO of RHOMBUS P.A. Inc., a company that I founded in 1983. RHOMBUS, a full-service engineering and environmental firm, provided services in states including NM, AZ, NY, LA, AR, TX, WY, OR, WA. Since 2002, when my autobiographical book Don't Ever Tell Me YOU CAN'T was published, I have been a professional motivational speaker. Perhaps to fully appreciate my situation, I must mention that I came to the United States alone in 1968, confident that ...
February 15, 2013Two Ounces of Purring Resilience
By Marla Morrow McMullen Our most humbling lesson in resilience began on August 2nd, 2010 when my husband Bob called from work saying he found a newborn kitten that had been abandoned by its mother. One of his co-workers was willing to take the kitten but didn’t have the time for the constant attention it would need so Bob and I agreed to raise the kitten until it was old enough to go to his new home. The army depot where my husband works is teeming with wildlife such as cats, mice, snakes, coyotes and hawks. Bob couldn’t bear the thought of a newborn kitten being nourishment for a wild animal ...
February 1, 2013Results for the Watch Me Bounce “Resilience” Writing Contest
Congratulations to the winners, and thank you to everyone who shared their story with us. We appreciate your effort, and gave every story and poem the time it deserved. After a lengthy deliberation, the Watch Me Bounce judges Robyn Corum, Contest Administrator; Juanima Hiatt, Nonfiction Editor; Charles Brooks III, Poetry Editor; and Rocky Reichman, Editor-in-Chief as secondary judge). Please see the Final Results below. Stay ready for new Watch Me Bounce contests in the future. Nonfiction Stories 1st Place Nonfiction Winner: "An Unfinished Story" by Brock 2nd Place Nonfiction Winner: "What If Counting Your Blessings ...
August 13, 2012From the Archives: “Dancing for Exercise” (3rd Place Winner in Poetry)
Dancing for Exercise By Barbara Loyd When my parents divorced our move ended my tap and ballet dance classes; now, decades later, a new opportunity to dance at the YMCA has rekindled my passion. Offerings such as tap, ballet, belly and Latin Dance tantalized me. It became hard to choose, so I signed up for all classes. For four days a week I perform tap routines, plies, and Sambas with lively groups of women, some older, most younger. We give it our all, fascinated to see our progress move from awkward to graceful after a few weeks. I cannot keep my feet or hips still once the music starts. Now, the rhythm in my soles finds expression. Others like to exercise using machines, but my ...
August 13, 2012The Plucky, Lucky Grasshopper
The Plucky, Lucky Grasshopper By Lucy Redding On a summer’s drive down ’95, A hitchhiker took his place. He was browny-green and barely seen, Till noticed by keen-eyed Grace. A little grasshopper, just one inch long, Apparently wanted to come along, As we drove to town from country. He must have thought he was running late – Perhaps for dinner, perhaps for date – So as we zoomed down the interstate, He managed to cling to the window. Grace and I were safe inside, But much more daring, he chose to ride Outside, on the window. How did he do it? We started to wonder, For surely ...
February 28, 2012The Window
The Window By Sofia Benares I sense movement from the corner of my eye. A twitch. It is nothing more than that at first, but as I focus my gaze the twitch increases in intensity; the being vibrates, pulsates, following the tremors of the transparent surface to which it clings. Helplessly, I watch as these tremors unhinge its grip and the being slides down… down towards a smaller kinsman which it instantly engulfs in the manner of a phagocyte. Now, almost doubled in mass, the phagocyte slides down further and faster, engulfing even more helpless beings along its perilous route. From above comes another twitch; this small twitch will start yet another ...
February 16, 2012Armor
Armor by Gila Heller raw onions attended my father's funeral they sat in the back of the sanctuary and listened with bulbous ears to the eulogies by then I was accustomed to the stinging pain of onion eyes but I had never known the bitter aftertaste of death I started cooking because I loved food because my mother was always too tired to cook because I didn't want to live on casseroles made by well-meaning family I started cooking because the drugs that prolonged my father's life also had some nasty side effects and for weeks he couldn't swallow I started cooking because my father had loved food because I imagined that he had forgotten what it felt like to chew dinner instead of ...
October 4, 2011Fiction Winner: “Dressed For What’s Next” by Gabrielle Magnanii
Dressed For What’s Next By Gabrielle Magnani You got off the subway on 33rd and Park. This was not a neighborhood you were familiar with. Park Avenue has such a ritzy ring to it. You never figured to find yourself actually on it. But there you were, seeking the cross street on 31st. It was fall, and there was an icy feel to the air. You really wished you had a warm coat, but first things first. The urge to run back into the subway was overwhelming. A few deep breathes and a glance at the tattered hole in the seam of your jean jacket gave you courage. You fingered the tattered ...
September 4, 2011Poetry Winner: The Broken House by Neni Iryani
The Broken House By Neni Iryani Raspy whisper of wind is still rumbling through a house fallen into a ruin one night storm made it rubble-- salient proof of fall. I now rare to know if resiliency will rummage the broken house!
September 4, 2011