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Defensiveness
Defensiveness. What a powerful, common yet ineffective human reaction – at least when it comes to relationships. When we are defensive, what are we really saying as the sub-text? “I am not the bad guy here.” “Your reality is wrong.” “I am innocent.” “It’s you, not...
Wantless and Needless
Wantless and Needless.* Definition: (noun or adjective) A brilliant psychological adaption whereby a child learns to ignore his or her human needs, creating a false internal belief that he or she no longer has them. This protective move keeps a child from either the...
Embracing the Depressive Position
Embracing the depressive position. So fancy for a snowy Wednesday. And what the hell does it mean? It means that if we aren’t willing to feel sad, we end up feeling empty. Allow me to explain. Let’s say, I am hungry, and I have three shiny fruits in front of me – an...
Falling and Getting Back Up
Don’t measure your success in life by how infrequently you fall. We all fall. Many of us many times. Rather, measure your success by how often you get back up and how long it takes you to do so. Because, setbacks are inevitable, yet they are temporary. You can move...
Before, During or After
Before, during or after. Get your head out of the gutter. I am not talking about that. I am talking about neurology and human behavior. Give me a minute - might be more interesting than you think. Yes, we get three opportunities to be our highest, relational self. By...
Give Him a Raise
I told his boss to give him a raise. He deserved it. On this cold almost winter morning, two days post our meal of giving thanks, human harshness was not necessary. In fact, it was quite jarring. “Oh yeah,” I thought to myself upon witnessing verbal violence. “That.”...
Not for the Faint of Heart
I got hit in the gut last night. Don’t you hate that? You are going along having a perfectly fine day, singing that stupid song stuck in your head, when, BAM! Reality decides that now, right god-damned now, is the time to teach (or re-teach) you that lesson. My almost...
The Emergency Vet
“I think she needs to go the vet, Mom,” my teenage son yelled upstairs. I was already down for the night, ready to call this day done. I so wanted to pretend I did not hear him. But, our black lab would not stop throwing up. Brown puke was coming up consistently, like...
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