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World Hands. Photo credit Tim Mossholder

For one and a half years years now, I’ve officially been a therapist at a local community clinic in Brooklyn, NY, and unofficially, for half my life probably. Ever since I realized that compassion, diplomacy, and “sorting things out” were a real and stubborn skill set of mine, I knew what to do. Friends and family reinforced these tendencies in me (especially my grandmother who said I was like a psychologist at 10 years old- no pressure at all, grandma) and at some point in my late twenties, I enrolled into graduate school for training in mental health counseling. …


“Nothing is more desirable than to be released from an affliction, but nothing is more frightening than to be divested of a crutch.” — James Baldwin

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Anyone else find themselves in this predicament of trying to release a love that feels like an affliction, and yet holding on to it, like a crutch? The crutch has a lot of power, doesn’t it?! For a few months now, I’ve been trying to shed a love that is no longer mine, and one that never belonged to me in the first place, even. Yet I held on, through the promise of pleasure…


The benefits of remaining vulnerable even in the face of challenge.

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Vulnerable (adj.): capable of being physically or emotionally wounded; open to attack or damage. (Merriam-Webster.com)

Who would sign up for this? It doesn’t seem like a particularly pleasant or powerful or attractive state of being, opening oneself up to wounding. Who would want to admit damage or defeat, rather than invincibility? Who, besides a rotten tomato, would want to open to damage or attack and allow wounding? Well, maybe I would. Maybe you would, even.

  1. What’s the value of vulnerability? Well, being soft and bending with life, rather than against it, has it’s rewards. When we soften, we allow. When…


On Overcoming Fear and Uncertainty.

A few suggestions.

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Photo credit to niklas_hamann on Unsplash

Who else deals with these demons: F and U? Fear and Uncertainty? When faced with a change or a challenge, do we rise to the occasion or do we falter in the face of these foes? Are they even foes?

I’m here to say that as the proud owner of these demons (I know I’m not alone, here), I’m learning to work with them, befriend them, finagle them into becoming my allies. This requires a radical change in perception. How can these obstacles, these variables in our path, these faux-intruders, actually be made into our friends?

As…


A How to Manual.

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  1. Know thyself. Or better yet, get to know thyself. If you’re anything like me, and you’ve fruitfully depended on your partners, friends, lovers, mothers, parents to decide for you, STOP. (Are you sure it’s a good idea?) Stop that. Get to know yourself: your own interests, likes and dislikes, preferences and disdains, and HONOR those things fearlessly.
  2. Get used to saying the word “NO.” No, I would not like to go there. No, I would not like that second helping of green beans. No, I won’t go out with you, but I’m flattered, thank you. No…


Impulse Blues.

A poem.

Credit to Annie Spratt on Unsplash.
Credit to Annie Spratt on Unsplash.

Sometimes I feel like picking at my own scabs.

Why? To relieve the urge. It feels good.

Because self-worth is obsolete sometimes.

Because picking the scab reminds me of that.

In that moment, I’m worth nothing more than my impulses.

A sad and desperate plunge.

We’ve all been there in that murky land, where it feels better to pluck the thing than to wait. Who can relate?

Ahhhh! But the impulse! And where’s the mighty patience?

I don’t know. It eludes me. I’ve had this restless agita always, for one thing or another.

Or all the…


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Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

Do you know of a romantic relationship where the power differential is exactly equal? I don’t either. There is a natural imbalance of power that arises when 2 parties assume the stage of a relationship, and that is not a bad thing. There is sometimes a giver and a taker, a provider and a receiver, a dominant and a submissive. Sometimes these roles are not 50/50 and shapeshift themselves as a relationship takes foot and develops. Maybe it is the Darwinian nature of things for one partner to be stronger than the other, and be a more of a go-getter…


Photo credit to Mike Marquez @mensroom
Photo credit to Mike Marquez @mensroom

Most recently, on a blustery winter night in NYC, I took a fun and interactive cooking class through Groupon called “The French Connection.” It was a French-inspired 3-course meal (ironically taught by an Italian chef) consisting of vichyssoise, coq-au-vin, and creme brulee for dessert. A small group of us, mostly couples, convened at a kitchen apartment in the West Village for this gourmet DIY cooking experience. Everything was made from scratch as we sipped wine, chopped vegetables, trimmed thyme, and threw things into pots and pans watching them catch flavor and fire. Rampant aromas heightened our senses and lured us…

Laura Khait

Writing stories, from my perspective, trying to make them universally applicable. Hope you can relate.

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