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There’s an old story in blues folklore about going down to the crossroads and making a deal with the Devil tin order to become a “bluesman.” Robert Johnson first sang about it, Eric Clapton did as well. Over the years,… Continue Reading →
Without any doubt, Northern New Mexico owns the worst reputation for drug-related issues, as Rio Arriba County owns the state’s highest drug related death rate. The data shows that we, as a community, MUST do something to try and get… Continue Reading →
Because other groups of people’s heritages and beliefs are more important than mine, I will appease them and change my name to keep from causing any negative emotions. From now on, if you know me, call me M102824. Or, just M, for short.
Within any given family, people play certain roles. That is, there’s usually someone filling a “hero” role, someone filling a “good cop” role and, the one I see very often within substance abuse treatment, someone filling a “scapegoat” role. Often,… Continue Reading →
There’s a societal wall that keeps day to day life functional. On one side of the wall are people who suffer with poverty, illness, addictions and other forms of socio-cultural trauma. On the other side of the wall are those… Continue Reading →
Systemic racial inequality is real. In looking locally, the City of Santa Fe issued a survey to which mostly anglos who live in the affluent side of town responded. Now, while some have decried the demographics of the responses, they… Continue Reading →
When I became a licensed substance abuse counselor and started writing about Addiction Treatment, I believed my work would find its audience. But I was wrong. Now, while my book, 49 Tips and Insights for Understanding Addiction did win an… Continue Reading →
In watching the protesters march and chant, it could appear that the basis of their anger is clear: A Police Officer appeared to have murdered George Floyd in cold blood (he is charged but has yet to be convicted). Mr…. Continue Reading →
I haven’t been writing a whole lot this month. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out the source of my latest bout with writer’s block. But then, out of the blue, I learned about the Cicero’s six (6)… Continue Reading →
It was late on a Saturday night; maybe two or three in the morning when I awoke to the sound of toes tipping across my carpet. I was twelve and scared to death. Still, I listened to the shuffling going… Continue Reading →
