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My counseling license was set to expire at the end of September. Really, a big part of me wanted to let it lapse. Over the last several years, I have seen, firsthand, the destruction of humanity as a result of… Continue Reading →
I hate mysteries. Sometimes it feels like my whole life has been a giant search in which I find more question than answers. I’ve always wanted to know why my family left San Ildefonso Pueblo. I’ve always wanted to know… Continue Reading →
The family of the late Judge Tom Fiorina are pleased to announce a food drive in his honor! Judge Tom Fiorina left an indelible mark on the Santa Fe community. His innovative initiative, the “Turkey for Tickets” program, not only… Continue Reading →
I had given up on my beloved city. Extremist ideologies and monied politicians wore on me to the point that I wanted nothing to do with my city. But then, I had lunch with City Council District 1 candidate, Brian… Continue Reading →
Among the most stupid ideas that float within substance abuse and housing circles is that unhoused populations are homogeneous. Guess what? They’re not. At all. As a matter of fact, terms like “wraparound services” and “affordable housing” are stupid as… Continue Reading →
Regardless of the environment, clear requirements are absolutely necessary. To illustrate: When my day’s official work is done, I turn to my own personal pursuits. Among those pursuits these days is using Python to generate MIDI files. Ultimately, I want… Continue Reading →
Going through a pile of old stuff, I found a songbook that belonged to my great-grandmother. Not sure how she got it in the first place, but the very first song it lists is Jose Alfredo Jimenez’s, Ella. Now, to… Continue Reading →
Whether I’m leading a software development team or counseling someone, I hear myself telling people, “just sit with the feeling for a bit” and I mean it. Negative emotions such as sadness, anger, and even boredom can overwhelm people into… Continue Reading →
So, I met this deer the other day. It was pretty dang smart, too. See, what happened was, my wife, brother-in-law, and I were coming out of the Pecos Wilderness when my wife saw this deer munching some brush. My… Continue Reading →
I can’t say that I understand my grandfather’s panacoustic system. At least, I don’t understand it, yet. From what I’ve gathered thus far, my grandfather, Ernest Rocha Sr., developed this musical system as his response to what her learned as… Continue Reading →
