Back when I was an interning student therapist at the Faulk Center in Boca Raton some *mumble mumble* years ago, there was a quote by...

Sacred Wrath I am irritation. I am annoyance. I am the prickly pit that sits in the space between each breath that never quits and spits...

Imagine that breathing was not a habit and you had to hold your heart in your hands every moment a life beginning and ending with the...

Discomfort is not the enemy of a good life not the specter that hounds our American Dreams as media and materialism makes it seem nor...

Maybe this has happened to you: you’re out at a family dinner, enjoying the opportunity to catch up with your parents. You’re in the...

When I was maybe eleven or twelve years old, I stole a pencil sharpener from the local K-mart. It was the easiest thing to do; my mom and...

Do you want to know what it feels like? It feels like a twisting, spinning black hole that sits in the space between your heart and your...