It’s easy to feel “God’s not listening,” “God doesn’t care about me,” or even, “God doesn’t exist.” I was raised as an atheist. But I was also a child of the ’60s. The psychedelic art of Peter Max, psychedelic music of the Grateful Dead, and psychedelic drugs that were a norm at parties and sit […]
Is that the question? Or is there a third way … Black and white thinking is a hallmark of the brokenhearted and tormented. When Hamlet pondered, “To be, or not to be — that is the question” he was contemplating suicide (his love for Ophelia being one of several reasons) without taking into account what I call the […]
If you do not have children, and find Mother’s Day a painful reminder of that, I am here to hold your hand. Maybe you have nurtured and, yes, mothered people, but no one counts you as a mother, because you do not have children. Maybe you have taken yourself for granted, and not even realized how […]