Where to begin. OK – so far, having a pregnant wife has not been primarily about oohs and ahhs and the wonder and magic of new life. In fact, the first four months were about nausea and backache and how do I keep my spouse alive on frosted donuts.
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We all have several key archetypes in our personality makeup: protector, victim, wizard, hermit, etc. These patterns are common among all people and are diverse enough to keep things interesting. Although we’re not strictly limited to these constructs, they do influence our behavior greatly
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A lot can be lost when you focus so intently on connecting and integrating. Even with the best of intentions, when you spread your attention across the far reaches of the social mediaverse, a part of your soul is always locked up far away from you.
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As of October 3, 2011: I have no Facebook account. I have no Twitter account. I have no Google+ account.
Read more →I don’t have a clear memory of my first class with Marla and Peter. I know I was scared. It was a long way to Scottsdale. I found the house after at least three missed turns.
Read more →When I was less than a year old, I slept in a wooden crib on the living room rug, right in front of a bookcase with glass doors. There were big windows to my left that looked out through the maple trees, and beyond the valley were the mountains to the South. I remember...
Read more →A rind belt between the orbits of the fourth and fifth watermelon, I think.
Read more →Hard to say how much more this cucumber and watermelon plants are going to put out… we just found out the irrigation controller had been failing for a week, so we lost a lot of leaves since these pictures. Regardless, the cukes were really tasty (the 7 we had so far) and the melons...
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Let me preface this with a disclaimer… Actually, let me not. I hate trite disclaimers. So here it is: There is a reason why every culture of the world has smoking traditions and why tobacco is a part of many spiritual rituals. If you are smoking, and so long as you know the long-term...
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(This was actually meant to be a response to a post by Maile. It got kinda out of hand, so I decided to post it here.) Being a survivor sounded like fun when I used to curl up in the big red chair and listen to my live-in grandfather’s stories, his gnarled hands cradling...
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