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Ways of Coming into Being
February 14th & 15th, 2020 at
London (UK), chaired by Jen Wiener
Teaching Analyst, C.G. Jung Institute and ISAP, Zürich
Friday 14 Feb 2020
The Clinical challenges of working with adult replacement children in therapy and analysis
At this event, Kristina Schellinski will present the challenges of working with adult replacement children in clinical practice. The replacement child condition as outlined in the column to the right remains often undiagnosed and therefore untreated; but when the condition is rendered conscious, adult replacement children can discover a deeper layer to their existence and unlock their creative potential.
You know, it’s hard to figure out what to share here, and I know self promotion is rampant and I am as tired of it as you are, but sometimes I get emails from people who have found my book, #Replacement Child, and I am so moved I want to tell you all about it. Just this morning, I got this email from a woman in Ireland who found my book referenced online. This kind of email is why I wrote the book, and why I am glad I did.
I have just ordered your book and can’t wait to read it.… Read more
Read my new story, Legacy, at 34th Parallel Magazine’s site. You can also order the print copy on the their website. It’s a pretty cool pub with some outstanding writers. This is my first published piece of fiction, so I am pretty pumped! Thanks 34th Parallel!
Thanks for reading!
The story this morning about the three-year-old girl who was asked to leave a KFC restaurant in Jackson, Miss. by an employee there who said her scars were disturbing customers, gave me a chill and brought back sharp memories of my sister.
Her grandmother had stopped there, on the way home from the hospital, to get her mashed potatoes because she had trouble swallowing after surviving an attack by three pit bulls. Even though that incident is horrendous, and my heart goes out to this little girl for her physical suffering, it is the action of the restaurant employee that is most disturbing to me.… Read more
When I began writing my memoir, Replacement Child, I struggled to find the right voice for the story. I experimented with a child’s voice; then explored it through my mother’s eyes, my sister’s and most revealing to me, my father’s viewpoint. At the time, I felt like I was spinning my wheels and wasting precious time. But, looking back, none of that writing was wasted, even though most never found its way into the final version of the book. All of it was necessary to help me discover the style that I felt best relayed my story.
If you think of voice as it pertains to other art forms, it’s what sets the artist apart from others.… Read more
Recently, I had a discussion with my friend Linda Joy Myers, President of the National Association of Memoir Writers, about how writing our memoirs had given us both new perspectives on our relationships with our mothers. Ours were very different journeys, but what resonated in our discussion was how the writing brought clarity, understanding and forgiveness. We thought we would try to capture that conversation here in honor of Mother’s Day.
The following is the text of my essay that recently appeared in The Southampton Review. You can order this fantastic literary journal at thesouthamptonreview.com. It looks much prettier in the publication!
My Sister’s Voice
In the end I only wanted to hear my sister’s voice one more time.
They’d found a cancerous tumor lodged in her airway. I was grateful I had spoken to her on the phone just before they intubated her; the tube down her throat bringing life saving air to her lungs but not allowing her to speak. Linda was in Florida and I in Connecticut, but the fear in her voice cut across the miles.… Read more
|The Spitak Quake: Dr. Felix recalls the dark days of delivering …ArmeniaNow.com
By Gayane Mkrtchyan
Those women, still in reproductive age, who had no more maternity plans, bore children again to replace the ones they had lost. They were not young, still they …
My thoughts for this blog emerged in verse–for better or worse.
Will I ever not hear my mother’s voice
screaming for her baby girl
whenever I hear of a plane crash?
Now San Francisco etched in my mind
two young girls lost
just looking for an American summer.
Parents screaming for their baby girl.
“Why” is on our lips,
but what does that matter really?
A tough decent,
an unskilled landing.
lives tossed like dice.
“So many survived”
media voices eager to
put a good face on the day.
Safest way to travel.
But many shaken to their core
“critical” mumbled beside “survivors.”… Read more