It’s a common occurrence: We read or hear something somewhere, firsthand, secondhand, commentary, op eds., scrolling news, headlines, and speculative… and it sets us off: “How the #$&@ can they say this??!!” “WTF??!” “Are you kidding me??!!” “Geez Louise!” And on, and on, and on… Our blood pressure goes up, as does our righteous indignation, anger, rage,… Read More To and Fro
I quit Facebook yesterday. I didn’t delete the account, just logged off and made sure that the messenger app was not active either. I think I was just done, done with the continual crash of voices and opinions; done with other issues related to activity on the site and relationships. Done, done, done! As a… Read More Who’s There? Oh… me.
It takes effort, lots of it. You’ve got to be deliberate, decisive, determined. You’ve got to forego feelings, frustrations, and fury. “But, it’s the way I am!” “I’m just wired that way!” “I can’t change!” No one is asking you to change. If they are, you might need to cut off that relationship. It’s about… Read More It Take Effort
I reached out to a friend I’d not heard from in a while, as I was wondering how he was doing. He said he’d been busy with work and getting certified to be a yoga instructor. I could tell he’d fallen in love with it a while back. It showed in his countenance and spirit.… Read More I Need That Inspiration
We finally saw Pixar’s Coco last night. It brought to mind the cloud of witnesses that are our ancestors, our loved ones that have gone before us; that lived for us, toiling so that we could have what they did not. I know that our Garzanda relatives did so for Steve and Me, and for… Read More Ancestors
There are many reasons why I left the Republican party in 2002 (being gay was only one of them). However, with people like this popping up more and more often, they keep showing me that it was the best decision I could have made back then. I wish more of my moderate/progressive friends still in… Read More Leaving the Republican Party in 2002
So many distractions and diversions, and ugliness. It’s all around, inescapable. You can drown in it. And here I am, in the midst of my own crisis, knowing it will end soon, but not how. No, nothing related to my spouse, family, or health, thank goodness. I’m trying my best to stay focused, on the… Read More What We Do