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Welcome to the Sandbox
If you’ve stumbled onto this page, dear reader, you might be asking yourself, Why on earth would a clinical psychologist call his blog a “Sandbox”?
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Fair question.
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Here’s the simple truth: real healing needs room to play.
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As a psychologist—especially one who has spent decades working with kids and adolescents—I’ve watched something extraordinary unfold over and over again. When children are hurt, scared, overwhelmed, or confused, they don’t sit down and over-analyze it. They play. They build. They knock things down. They pretend. They experiment. They imagine. And somehow, through sand, blocks, stories, and movement, they work their way toward meaning and relief.
Adults forget how to do that.
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This Sandbox is my way of remembering.
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It’s a place where I wrestle with ideas, explore what’s happening in the world, process my own journey, and yes—sometimes vent a little when things feel heavy or sideways. But it’s also a place for reflection, humor, creative experiments, imperfect thoughts in motion, and the occasional spark of inspiration I didn’t see coming when I started writing.
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Some posts here are serious. Some are absurd. Some are deeply personal—thinly veiled love letters to people who matter to me, gratitude disguised as story, concern wrapped in metaphor. And some are just… fun. Because even in hard seasons, especially in hard seasons, we need room to laugh, wonder, and breathe.
This page is not a podium. It’s not a manifesto. It’s a workbench, a sketchpad, a stretch of open sand where ideas get tested, turned over, and sometimes joyfully wrecked before being rebuilt into something better.
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It’s where I wrestle.
It’s where I vent.
It’s where I reflect.
It’s where I occasionally inspire.
And it’s where I share about the people, passions, and strange beautiful moments that make life worth paying attention to.
You’re welcome to wander in, pick up a shovel, and see what emerges.
Just don’t mind the sand on your shoes.
—Dr. Jeff
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