by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
My son is waiting by the road for his ride to school. I remember being fourteen and waiting for my ride to school. Sometimes, I would try to walk the balance beam of railroad ties separating our yard from the shoulder of the road. But I bored of that quickly. Then, I...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
I haven’t had a recurring nightmare since childhood. Until recently. It begins with me standing in our kitchen, looking out upon our front yard. Then, suddenly, a large black-and-white conversion van comes barreling recklessly up our driveway toward the house. It...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
Confession: the first time I went to therapy, I’d been a therapist for more than five years. I asked a friend for a recommendation. He gave me the name of a therapist. I conveniently lost the number. Several weeks later, I asked him for it again, and he gave it to me...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
“How does this work?” It’s the first question many therapy clients ask. Those who don’t are probably just being polite. And it should be the first question. When I go to a medical doctor, I want to know what they’re doing and how it will heal my body. It’s totally...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
Keynote speech delivered on April 26, 2017, at the Dixon High School 65th Annual Scholastic Honors Banquet coordinated by the Kiwanis Club of Dixon… Students, twenty-two years ago this spring, I too was on the brink of graduating from Dixon High School, and I too was...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
Several weeks ago, at Artisan Clinical Associates, the sliding door that separates the waiting room from the therapy rooms fell apart. Literally.* By the time we gave up on fixing it, the white door was covered in black, greasy handprints, and it hung open and askew...