You’re having dinner with your boyfriend, and he’s reminding you for the third time to eat the salad, not the pasta. It’s not control vs. calories control. Why, then? Why must some people have to ...

On my last birthday one of my sons wrote a poem for me, using the letters of my first name to start each line. It was sweet, sort of. It began, “K: kind of a control freak.” When I read that line, we ...

Many people who enter my therapy office with depression, anxiety, and stress-related issues have one thing in common: They spend a lot of time focusing on things they can’t control. They worry about ...

When she first began dating Max, Nikki was impressed not only by the fact that he was a successful medical professional, but that he seemed so organized. He owned a home that was spotless ("You could ...