Silent World of Sex: Mystery, Shame, Neglect
Perhaps the most inelegant step in the cheesemaking process is washing the eight-gallon (30-litre) pot. For those of you who haven’t seen me, I could
The blog includes articles I have written over the last few years, as well as a weekly post where I share what’s on my mind, even if it’s an undeveloped idea that popped up when I was stirring a vat of cheese!
Perhaps the most inelegant step in the cheesemaking process is washing the eight-gallon (30-litre) pot. For those of you who haven’t seen me, I could
This week’s blog is in memory of Barry Sterman, neurofeedback luminary, who sadly died on New Year’s Eve. Admittedly I am not too much of
When I was a sophomore in college, now it was almost half a century ago! Wow! I had a room-mate named Gayle. She just happened
I can’t believe I packed and carried a 5 kg/10 pound book and brought it with me on vacation. I who always strive for the
I sometimes find myself with an image of an infant alone in the dark. I have no idea if it is imagination or primordial memory,
I have a very hard time putting the macro level of trauma and neglect out of my mind for long. As the poem says (and
Warning: this blog contains some graphic descriptions of violence, only right at the beginning should some readers prefer to skip over it. When I sat
In my busy rock and roll head, songs pop up constantly, often in reaction to something I hear or read. This is no surprise to
Back when I was in grade school, English class, or classes centered on writing, spelling and literature, were lumped together under the umbrella title of
I’m still working through the hefty tome of Jim Thorpe’s biography. It is so much more than an athlete’s personal story. It is an education