Author Nick Bantock reminds us that we all have the capacity to be more compassionate but that occasionally, we need to be reminded.
Escape
Anyone who knows me knows that I comfortably watch no less than two hours of Grey’s Anatomy daily. Not everyone completely understands my obsession; but there are the few and far in between who completely understand and would do the same if given the chance. Prior to taking a gap year, I never really had […]
Native Art
Is native art the Indian on the horse looking out into the majestic? Does the stereotype follow us, so that the classification of native art consists only of eagles, medicine wheels, buffalo, and feathers?
The Wind In My Hair – Or Is It A Hurricane?
Why do people get so upset about hair? For some reason the growing, cutting, styling and covering of this matter results in judgement and discrimination. Hair has to be controlled!
Dating While “Fat”
The majority of women I have been in relationships with have had insecurity around their weight. It hasn’t mattered whether they were actually larger or decidedly thin, the perception of being “fat” – and thus unattractive – was often palpable.
Have We Thrown Sorry Out The Window?
People understand that we’re all human and occasionally make mistakes. Sorry only paves the way for us to remind each other how important we are to one another.
Waking Up From the American Dream
When I first exposed my dream to family and friends I was asked several question which I can sum up into just one – “Why can’t I get my humanitarian dosage here, at home?”
Whatever Happened To Hi And Cheers?
E-mails should not be treated as a tweet or a text message. They should be written with care and attention. They don’t need to be missives but they should always contain a salutation and a valediction (adieu).
Why?
Why? I can’t imagine a more interesting, frustrating or life altering question. Of all the questions, especially asked of myself, ones starting with why are the most difficult to answer.
The Fall – The Abyss Calls My Name
I fell. Deep. Down a dark hole. Some call it love, some call it hell. I prefer a nomenclature of a different sort, abyss. I keep falling, there is no bottom, no end. I throw up ropes hoping they catch on ledges of sanity as I slip past in a free fall. There is no […]
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