I was raised to be polite and show up anywhere I was invited. And then, even if I had a terrible time, even if they were obnoxious or insulting, I was supposed to reciprocate. I heard that word “reciprocate” so many times, it started to grate on my nerves. Being...
When we were young, bedtime stories were a treat. They piqued our imaginations, they filled us with wonder and they kept us entertained. They took us on journeys into fantasy worlds and explodedin our dreams. When I was six and I learned to read, my mother took me to...
My heroes are the ones who survived doing it wrong, who mademistakes, but recovered from them. – – – Bono I once saw a Dustin Hoffman movie called “Hero.” He played a man who performed the first selfless gesture of his life when he reluctantly...
I was a hippie during the early seventies.Well, somewhat. I didn’t live in a commune. I didn’t take acid every day. Only once in a while. But I was a member of the Vietnam War resistance. We made signs and chanted, “Hell no, we won’t go.” And “Make Love, Not War.” In...
It was 1988 and a friend of mine, Michael, was in the hospital. He had been diagnosed with AIDS and back then, it meant that he wouldn’t be here for much longer. There were no cocktails tofight the virus and the only drug available was reportedly killing people at the...
My mother had a firm opinion about therapy. It was for the weak-minded. She was a member of “the bootstrap generation.” Instead of talking things through, you pulled yourself up by the bootstraps and moved on. You swallowed your feelings and kept busy. Sufferingin...
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