She glanced up momentarily as her hands relentlessly picked away at a tissue in her lap, eyes moist and reddened, yet unable to mask an inner resolve as hard as steel. The counsellor across from her shifted in his chair, and casually folded one leg over the other. When he spoke, it was with a quiet hope that his voice would not … Continue reading One Word
I’ll see you around
"You must have the worst job in the world," a client once told my supervisor. I would be quite inclined to disagree, obviously. However, the context in which these words were spoken lend them a strong element of truth. There are probably lots, but I'm hard pressed at the moment to think of many jobs … Continue reading I’ll see you around
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