After my heart surgery, I committed, with the obvious wake-up call, to changing my unhealthy lifestyle. I didnt drink or smoke and I did ocassionally exercise prior to the event. But, according to the doctors, the two biggest contributors to the problem were the stress in my life from my career and the fact that … Continue reading One More Minute
Poor Humpty Dumpty Was Feeling untouchable Perched so high and mighty On his wall. But when he fell He cracked his shell And there was just No fixing him at all. Angie ************************ Gloria felt like Humpty Dumpty. The only difference between them, in her mind, was that her cracks and breaks were on the … Continue reading All The King’s Horses
Taking a critical look at the broken Child Welfare System in the United States will not make me popular. My calling out for attention to the foundational cracks in, what should be, a highly prioritized Service agency, puts some people off. They dont want to think about what is wrong; because making it right requires … Continue reading Practice Makes Perfect
Remember the song? Rock a Bye Baby In the Tree Top When the Wind Blows The Cradle Will Rock. When the Bough Breaks The Cradle Will Fall And Down Will Come Baby Cradle and All. Those lyrics are really morbid if you dwell on them. A child perched high in a mighty tree but upon … Continue reading When the Bough Breaks
A group of friends were spelunking. For those adventurous souls that means that they were actually exploring an under ground cave... on purpose... For Fun! For us claustrophobic crowd, it would be our worst nightmare! And , dont you just know it? After exploring for a while, a cave in, stranded them in a tomb, … Continue reading Whose Light Will you Follow?
Recently, I attended a training that was comprised of mental health clinicians because the speaker's topic of filial play was of great interest to me . The trainer engaged the class around the importance of meeting the client where they were in that moment. Calling on his own experience, he recounted an experience with a … Continue reading Fighting Against the Stereotype
My story began the night of my birth. I emerged from the warm darkness of my mother's body into the cold darkness of a flat bed truck. Everything felt cold and unfriendly as I came into this world howling my displeasure of the transition. No loving arms cradled or comforted me. No soft words or … Continue reading I have a Story to Tell: Zane