I am a relic of a bygone era and the realization of this fact saddens me. I came from an time where corporal punishment featured creative uses of the belt, hands, broomsticks, shoes and the like in response to various acts of malfeasance. I don’t intend for this to be a treatise on how wellContinue reading “Courage of your convictions? Not behind an avatar it isn’t.”
This picture sums up the week I spent on the Big Island. Awe inspiring; breathtaking, invigorating and reflective are some of the adjectives that come to mind. In retrospect, I was lost but was able to find myself here, but up to this point I was shamefully oblivious to the fact that I’ve been wastingContinue reading “So I found myself … Now what?”
When I was a child and words failed me, I would refer to a nebulous idea or object as “It”, which would always prompt my Mother to say, “What is an it?” She went on to tell me that an “It” is an inanimate object or something without a shape or form – she encouragedContinue reading “My complicated but necessary relationship with “IT””
My academic accolades have been something that I’ve always taken pride and satisfaction in, but what I’ve received from the halls of academia pales in comparison to the wisdom that I have procured from my family. Throughout my life my family has always given me something that I would not have had otherwise; unconditionalContinue reading “Savoring the redemptive power of family”
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It is often said that “HATE” is a strong word. But what else encapsulates the feeling that we are forced to contend with when we encounter actions that are the opposite of LOVE? The news headlines that flash across the screens of our computers, tablets, smart phones and the like become more sordid by the moment.Continue reading “Harboring hatred towards stupidity when love isn’t enough”
Throughout my life my life I’ve had more than my share of close calls, at the conclusion of each event, I’ve always dusted myself off and chuckled at my good fortune and kept it moving. This year wasn’t any different than my previous episodes on this planet, except that my own mortality gave me theContinue reading “The act of living… On borrowed time.”