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The first time I heard the term Queer Joy, I thought, What a bunch of hooey. My reaction came from the belief that joy was impossible in the face of the fascism we were witnessing. Worse, it felt like a distraction from the fight that needed to happen if we were going...

How many times has your therapist encouraged you to create an affirmation, a mantra, or a personal statement to bring balance to your self-talk? Something like, "I am a patient and prosperous person who meets all challenges with positivity and joy." And the first...

As I write this, I am six days away from turning 59. This birthday feels surprisingly significant. Over the past few years, I have changed in ways I never imagined possible. My body requires more care than ever to stay healthy and moving, and yet I feel more connected to myself than I have in a long time.

Pulse is an incredibly special place to work. I don’t say that lightly or out of habit – I say it because it’s something I feel every single day I walk through the door and into this community we’ve built together.

It’s almost spring. The days are getting longer and warmer. The sun is sometimes shining. Even though the rain continues to fall…that’s the thing, right there…The sun is sometimes shining…while the rain persists. How unfair that spring comes every year, no matter what...

Every day, I learn more about human interactions, attachment, and relationships. Recently, while scrolling through my podcast feed, I came across the term kleptothermy. I had never seen this word before, and it immediately caught my attention. I love language and...

A note from Pulse, This week ICE killed another person in the United States.  There have been 32 deaths connected to ICE in 2025 and Renee Nicole Good is the visible, newest victim.  I say visible because at this moment (or any moment) ICE is terrorizing our...

We have 4 new monthly supervision groups with openings!

This time of year sometimes feels so focused on extending, giving, and offering that we lose sight of filling our own buckets.  Or perhaps they are filled, but there is a slow leak that doesn’t allow for a full bucket.  How do we honor and nourish the parts...

Portland has shown its many colors in the past few months.  The Fall makes me think about the oranges and reds of fire and power.  But the Frog is now a symbol of hope, desire for more, and the idea that we can exercise free speech in a time of fascism in America. ...