Author: Esther Goldstein LCSW
December 23rd, 2019
“It’s cold. It’s bitter bitter cold, Esther.”
“I know, winter has been knocking at our doors for some time. You can feel the chill, can’t you?” I say.
“No, Esther. I don't mean the weather. It's my heart. Its cold. It’s like I’m walking in Siberia... but I know I’m only walking down the most popular streets of town, wearing my fur trimmed coat and snuggly earmuffs. There is n …