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Author: atashhealing
I'm a licensed clinical social worker with two decades of experience working in New York City public schools and providing social and emotional support for urban youth, immigrants, and their families. I'm Director of Counseling and founding member of Harvest Collegiate, a progressive public high school in Manhattan, where I also train social workers. In my private practice, I treat adults through a mixture of psychotherapy, hypnotherapy, and Reiki. In my spare time I write literary nonfiction.
Self-Awareness
When I came to America, I learned a lot about the importance of being an individual. I loved that idea. It wasn’t something I was exposed to… Read more “Self-Awareness”
From Rugs To Riches
The plane ride from Vienna to Bucharest was a quick one. There were few people on board, and Mr. Tabrizian read the business section of the New… Read more “From Rugs To Riches”
Pishi
This summer, I had a conversation with a friend about my writing. “Why do you give away your stories for free on your blog?” she asked. “Why… Read more “Pishi”
Love Letters
I had very little freedom as a teen. In those days, my stepfather kept a close eye on me. He used to drop me off and pick… Read more “Love Letters”
The Hustler
I’m really good at ping pong. Or at least, I used to be. Lately, a lot of people have been beating me, again and again. I take… Read more “The Hustler”
I Heard His Voice
Marco was waiting for me outside Jivamukti Yoga Studios, leaning against a white Ferrari. He held the door for me and I got in. “Okay, yoga girl,”… Read more “I Heard His Voice”
I Ran From Iran
It wasn’t easy to find the right Ali Mohamedian on Facebook. That name is about as common in Persian as “John Smith” is in English. But I… Read more “I Ran From Iran”
Imaginary Friends
I was so happy to find out that it was normal to have imaginary friends. I learned this information in my college Child Development class one day,… Read more “Imaginary Friends”
Curious George
When I was a young girl, they called me maymoon-e konjkav, the Persian version of Curious George, because my favorite question was: Why? Not much has changed.… Read more “Curious George”
My Name Means Fire 