I know facing the thing that I feared the most has had a profoundly positive effect on me. The problem is, I wasn't appreciating the depth of the grieving I still experiencing, or respecting its presence.
I'm not writing this post to inspire my friends to remind me that I am loved. I know some of you will reach out and do so. I appreciate how much you care for me.
Sunday night I had dinner with my nephew. He was in town interviewing for a job. Max is thirty or so, married, father to a three-year old son. His wife is due to deliver their second child in July. I have lived with a great deal of shame that for much of my nephew's life, … Continue reading Running in the Family
I don't think my father relished actually being a father. His lack of satisfaction did not manifest itself overtly. He didn't beat me, physically, or emotionally
For much of my life I was an unpleasantly judgmental person. I'd shoot a glance at someone from afar. I noticed their garb, their appearance, their aura, synthesize it all and without hesitation, as the sound of a gavel banged inside my head, I passed judgement. I know, there is nothing unique about noting first … Continue reading Here Comes The Judge
The cumulative impact of the week has shaken me. But I'm keeping perspective. When feelings of self-hatred well up, I find compassion for my self. I remind myself how rigorous my journey is, and I plow on.
Good morning. I wanted to share a piece I just posted on Medium. The article looks at my temptuous relationship with Twitter of late and how I am trying to change it. How Twitter Helped Me Avoid Authenticity Please give it a read if you have time and are so inclined. And share it! Thanks … Continue reading Looking For Love In All the Wrong 140 Spaces