Tag Education
There’s a few reasons why I decided to apply for the vacant District 4 seat on the Santa Fe Board of Education: 1) I want to represent all young people, especially those whom life marginalized simply by the accident of… Continue Reading →
Recovery isn’t about flipping a switch or waving a magic wand. As a treatment provider, I believe it’s part of my mission to build a structure through which recovery is possible. We can pray that addicts simply stop using whatever… Continue Reading →
The image below is striking to me. I think it captures the balance between morning dew and a petal. The dew drop is just hanging out and the petal is hosting it, like it’s just supposed to be that way…. Continue Reading →
I’ve never bought into the idea that mental health is an “either/or” proposition. That is, someone isn’t either mentally healthy or not. I also don’t think that it’s realistic to suggest that mental health is a goal; to do so… Continue Reading →
Lately, I’ve been having to remind myself that life, in general, isn’t about outcome. Really, it’s about “fighting the good fight” regardless of how that fight makes a person feel. For me, talking with people about Addiction and substance abuse… Continue Reading →
Cityhall meets another teen-involved south-side shooting with a symphony of crickets. I don’t really care, anymore, who sits in elected chairs anymore. They’re all the same. Money. Power. Extension of self. Those are the three guiding principles of our local… Continue Reading →
When it comes to an addict’s behavior, I hate to say, “things can’t get much worse,” because, sadly, things can, and probably will, get worse. I’ve written and taught, several times, that “rock bottom” means one of two (2) things:… Continue Reading →
Talking with someone struggling with an addiction can be frustrating. Not for the reasons that you might think, but because they’re so mired in shame that almost every thought he or she utters is a projection of that shame. So,… Continue Reading →
For me, education was the both the escape from the internalized pain I developed on the streets and the tools i used to emerge from poverty. Yet, I’m still angry. But, why am I angry, and at who? Who is… Continue Reading →
I failed him. No excuse. i’m a substance abuse counselor, licensed to work in schools and I did nothing to prevent his murder. Maybe if I were in the schools I could have reached at least one of the kids… Continue Reading →
