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Call me a late-adopter. But at last I am blogging!<\/p>\n
Shrinkrapped<\/em> is not about therapy, but psychology suffuses my world view. Nor do I know a thing about rap music, but I do like to spin narratives about life as I see it.<\/p>\n Here\u2019s the life narrative I\u2019m spinning so far:<\/p>\n After a happy childhood and college career on the East Coast, I moved to Berkeley with a BA in English and began scooping Bud’s ice cream on Durant Avenue. That was in 1977. Now I\u2019m a psychotherapist<\/a> by day, married and the mother of two twenty-something daughters 24\/7, and a writer around the edges. I still love ice cream.<\/p>\n A few of my other favorite things: Hiking. Obsessing about politics. This American Life<\/em>,\u00a0The Daily Show<\/em>, and Fresh Air<\/em>. Lattes. Being a latte liberal. Cooking, especially making fattening desserts. Laughing. Bed-and-Breakfasting. Movies and our movie group. Silence of the Lambs<\/em> and Miss Congeniality<\/em>. My family, including my in-laws. The New York Times<\/em>, NPR, and The New Yorker<\/em>. Friends. Friday Night Lights<\/em> and Six Feet Under<\/em>. Having written. Getting published.<\/p>\n Readers may get the impression that I have 20 children between the ages of 0 and 25, all of them named Emma and Ally. Such is the timeless nature of parenthood and writing. Emma and Ally are not their real names, a small concession to privacy in my otherwise shameless appropriation of their lives.<\/p>\n Lorrie Goldin is my real name.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Call me a late-adopter. But at last I am blogging! Shrinkrapped is not about therapy, but psychology suffuses my world view. Nor do I know a thing about rap music, but I do like to spin narratives about life as … Continue reading