Recovery Ki-Do

Christmas 1990 was a tough holiday season, gift wrapped by an all-too-familiar wave of holiday blues. When I wasn’t numb on the couch…

(Art courtesy of Sho Shibuya)

From the rustic front porch of a cabin on Lake Buchanan, I gazed for hours at the calm water. The lake level was higher than in past years…

Our house shakes. Outside it’s thundering wood and metal, raining asbestos dust all over the neighborhood. The sun is shining. It’s a…

Face down on a massage table, I felt a familiar sting in my nose. As soon as the tears welled up, gravity pulled them down to the floor. I…

I remember the day my spirit died.