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Battling addiction is a lot like looking out onto the ocean: Addiction is a big enemy that can swallow me whole. When I look out into the ocean, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed. I know that if I tried… Continue Reading →
When I was little, I used to sit on the floor and watch my Grandma sew. She’d guide the fabric with expert skill until pieces of cloth became dresses that would rival those hanging in fancy stores. But, what was… Continue Reading →
I’ve always liked Pygmalion, the legendary sculptor who carved a woman out of ivory so realistic; he fell in love with her. He secretly wished and believed that she was real until one day, Cupid kissed his statue and brought… Continue Reading →
In any context, when a person begins a new undertaking, there are four (4) ways in which he or she can proceed: 1) Committed; 2) Compliant; 3) Resistant; or, 4) Apathetic. Really, I’m ok with working with the first three. … Continue Reading →
It might be easy to dismiss someone who suffers with an addiction as a “junkie” or as a “drunk” or as an “addict.” But what’s lost in that dismissal are the significant changes that occur in someone’s brain as a… Continue Reading →
It’s not easy to talk about unhealthy behaviors. Sometimes, though, difficult conversations are necessary in order to find health within a situation. But, before those conversations occur, I believe we should be sure of what we see. Take a tree… Continue Reading →
Most mornings, I look out my hallway window and watch the sky turn bright rust. I’ve always loved the early morning sky-glow: All the words yet to write and ideas yet to learn swell inside of me – a rising… Continue Reading →
Autumn is my favorite time of the year. I can’t help but take all the changes in and relish in the variances. What strikes me the most, though, is that some leaves are yellow, some are green, and some are… Continue Reading →
Every time I run through a particular alley, there’s this little dog that attacks me from a hole in his fence. His head pops through and his vicious round head snaps at me. There’s really no way he can reach… Continue Reading →
My sense of ethics grew from an early experience that happened when I was around nine years old. Considering the fact that I had started catechism four years prior, it would seem that religious education would have drilled some sort… Continue Reading →
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