Nancy wept on the phone during her therapy with me. “I am so scared. Ned insists on bringing our grown daughter into our house when she visits next week with...

“Scamdemic” is a word I created to describe the reason why I am trembling while I pen this column. I am writing to warn readers of a danger in our...

The world seems somewhat strange now. My delightful, in-person teaching experience for psychiatric residents, at Perelman School of Medicine, at the University of Pennsylvania, is going online, leaving me to...

“I love Jedd, but we are always together these days. We avoid friends for fear someone will get sick. We love each other, but too much of a good thing...

Nan looked at me on Zoom. To ensure that we helped her manage her anxiety, she woke up early to speak with me before her day started. “Judith,” she began,...