“I don’t need therapy. Not only am I strong enough to get my shit together, there’s no way I’m paying $200 an hour for a total stranger to tell me what I can easily figure out on my own.” — Me for 20 years My parents needed therapy. They fought…

Therapy saved me. Saved us. After forty two years of too much me and not enough them, I had cannibalized most of my relationships. Especially the ones that should have mattered most. Angie had been asking us to go for years but I’d rudely rebuff / mock her wise requests…

For the past few years I’ve dabbled with a memoir. I say, “a,” memoir like I’m writing yours or his. I suppose a memoir is really my memoir but the phrase, “my memoir,” always reads so self important that I hesitate to use it. Some months (like two summers ago)…

If I were to ask you what the most addictive substance on the planet is — you’d probably say, “heroin for sure. Cocaine. Probably nicotine. Obviously alcohol is up there too.” And you’d be right. …

A few weeks ago I wrote a short post about the unknown. It was one of my most read posts — I think at least 8? people… Anyways, for the 8, I wanted to provide an update of sorts. But first, a bit of background. I wrote the post at…

“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” — Matthew 18:3 As children, we accept the world that has been presented to us. And don’t question. Actually, that’s not true. Kids ask a million questions. They just don’t…

No one ever thinks they’re in a cult. “It’s a community of like minded people trying to make a positive difference in the world.” Sounds good! And suspiciously well prepared. One day the leader starts fucking all the young girls. And the cult members are like, “Vanguard decrees it.” …

I used to believe the world was evil. “I mean, it kinda is,” you might say. “Have you seen the news, read the comments on social media?” Fair. I guess what I mean is evil in a good vs evil, God vs Satan kind of….Wait …