Compassion : A Perspective Adjustment

Christmas is stressful for me. I can make every excuse, but I know it’s because the holiday magnifies my wounds. The bitter and unsatisfying truth remains regardless of how long I dismiss the symptoms. The dread I harbor for Christmas is a reflection of who I am. It reminds me of symptoms that present themselves... Continue Reading →

In the beginning… was who?

One of my first jobs growing up was rolling silverware for the servers.  I did this for six hours a day and I rolled a lot.  Whole swaths of time passed without my registering it till a pyramid of white linen eggrolls atop a dishwasher tray waited for delivery from the furthest reaches of dry storage... Continue Reading →

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