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Currently I am available to see clients on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from approximately 10:00 AM to 5:00 PM, and on Saturdays from approximately 10:00 AM to 2:00 PM. If you need a different time, don’t hesitate to contact me so we can work something out.
I am looking forward to hearing from you.
Margaret Atkisson, MSW, LCSW 
I wrote this poem last night. It is unlikely that I will see you again and so, this may be a parting gift and a soft “good-bye.”
Whose Drum is This
Whose bones are these?
Deep and hurting
Under layers
Under skin stretched across
The drum of my face
My face in the moonlight
My face whimpering as a soft drum …
Whose bones are these?
Where is the girl?
Where is the long-distance runner –
Whose bones slipped out the window and carried her
To meet the early ocean
In secret – before dawn …
Before her Mother could tell her not to go;
That a girl should not run
That a girl must stay home at night –
That a girl should sleep …
Despite the nightmare of an unsafe bed.
Where is the angry twenty year-old?
Where is the rebel who marched in the street?
Her face was a drum
That could be heard across the city.
Whose bones are these and whose drum is this?
These bones have fallen before you –
These strange bones that sound like autumn leaves
Beneath a man’s boot.
Sweet woman,
Reach in with me
And awaken
These bones that sit
When they should rise
Like a spear to the sky.
– Lisa Arana
September 12, 2014
So much sadness, but so beautifully expressed. Blessings to you, Lisa.
Best therapist alive! Miss u so!So sad Kaiser kicked couples therapy darnit..but..we need u bad..like..bad..