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It’s rare that I’m among the first boarding group on any flight. I’m unlucky that way: Usually, no matter how early I try to check in, I end up towards the back of an airplane. I’ve gotten used to it… Continue Reading →
I sit back and wonder: Could this have happened to anyone other than a Chicano kid who grew up in what amounted to the projects in Santa Fe, NM who happened to get a Commodore 64 for Christmas? I mean,… Continue Reading →
Someone could easily criticize the work I do as: “all talk no action.” The thing is, generally, people don’t really make changes in their lives unless they come to see that the road they’re on is too difficult to walk… Continue Reading →
Down deep, he wanted anyone to see him on his bathroom floor, just so that someone could see that he hurt too much to even sit or lie down in comfort. He wanted his mom, his dad, or even, his… Continue Reading →
I think it’s a true statement that a person with a deep and big heart will experience suffering. I also think that those who do feel deeply can sometimes believe that there’s something wrong. I’ve seen several people in early… Continue Reading →
I once heard a group of therapists talking about client readiness. They went back and forth about approaches and methodologies; I was mostly disinterested until someone said, “We shouldn’t be opening doors that we can’t close.” Since then, I’ve used… Continue Reading →
Clouds make noise. I know they do because I hear them all the time. It’s a loud, grumbling noise. Like a jet. Thing is, it’s no jet thunder, but the sound that a thick and dense and gray mass makes… Continue Reading →
When I was young, maybe nine or ten years old, I wore a purple t-shirt that had a muscle-bound guy wearing a “wife-beater” and blue bandana over his head. He had his fist raised to the sky and behind him… Continue Reading →
I was sitting with a group of people one day when the topic cocaine addiction infiltrated our discussion. Amidst the clinging glasses and harried waitresses running around, my blood began to heat. I listened as those around me discussed a… Continue Reading →
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