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Turns out, it isn’t a matter of nature versus nurture. It’s more like nature AND nurture. Throughout my formal education, which consisted of a lot of courses in psychology and human development, there was a standing argument about which variable… Continue Reading →
If you asked one hundred people who know me, I’m willing to place a large bet that you’ll get one hundred different answers. I guess it’s that way: people know each other through some role or another through which they… Continue Reading →
I have this recurring dream about a crow that hovers over me like a Black Angel of Death. I stare into his deep eyes and fear rushes over and through me. I’m always cold: My bones shiver to their very… Continue Reading →
I know that there are people who may disagree with me that all human life is contains the capability to create. But to me, the reason they disagree is because they’ve spent too much time telling themselves and/or others that… Continue Reading →
The cornerstone to improving educational practice/environments is leadership with people. Only through facilitation can a leader unveil the world that those whom are powerless must perceive, “in order for the oppressed to be able to wage the struggle for their… Continue Reading →
Last night, I have a reading in support of my book, Journey to Aztlan, at a bookstore in Santa Fe called Op Cit. While I can’t say it was standing room only, I can say that the area set up… Continue Reading →
Bob Marley said it better than I ever could, “Free yourselves from mental slavery/none but ourselves can free our minds.” Now, I have no idea whether or not Mr. Marley studied psychology in a formal context, but I do know… Continue Reading →
Aztlan, as I see it, exists on three (3) levels: historical, psychological, spiritual On a historical level, Aztlan has been generally described as the swath of land that Mexico ceded to the US within the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo (Texas,… Continue Reading →
One of the real truths that my wife’s grandmother used to profess is that, “Cada cabeza es u mundo.” Translated, this means that every mind is its own world. She would usually say this when hearing a story about someone… Continue Reading →
The other morning, while visiting my grandmother’s grave, I lifted a pinecone off of her headstone. I looked at it’s woody cradles and cursed its audacity: It covered the “Que” from the Madrecita Querida inscription and I launched that pinecone… Continue Reading →
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