I believe that starting from the time you are in the womb, until a few days or weeks after birth, a child has very little concept of...

What happens in our dreams? A painting by Franz Schrotzberg: “Sweet dreams dreaming of snow white and the seven dwarves”. Image credit:...

It was October 8th, 2007 and a typical fall Monday in Minnesota.  I was working a technology job downtown Minneapolis where spent my...

How do we finally know the truth? Do we make ourselves blind so we don’t see the color of our skin? We could still hear and know the...

I could feel the anxiety rising in my body with my heart beating so hard it felt like it would burst through my chest. My hands gripped...

As the Great Wheel turns and time moves forward into Fall, I’m reminded of many traditions I’ve experienced over my lifetime. In my...

Radiohead – Creep (cover) by Daniela Andrade I recently stumbled across the song “Creep” by Radiohead and boy can I relate. I’ve often...

The other day Melissa and I came home after a day out shopping and doing errands.  After parking the car we started gathering our things...

I now believe this day was hand crafted by the Universe to help me grow and to show me that I can let go and be safe; that being bullied or taken advantage of doesn’t mean I’m weak; and being vulnerable to life can be a blessing.

Next year, in June, my niece is going to get married. I’ve been reading on her social media account about all of the stresses she’s been...

Boston, Massachusetts has a population of roughly 670,000 people with that number swelling to over 2.3 million to include commuters...

How are you choosing to experience being a Human Being in this life? There are many ways to experience life as a human. You might decide...

I believe that everyone goes through a series of important events in their lives that shape the person they will become as an adult. ...

It was dark, cold, and snowing outside as I found myself wedged into the back seat of my dad’s blue 1978 Oldsmobile Delta 88. My mom was . .

When I turned eighteen years old my dad called me into the kitchen where I saw him sitting by himself. As I walked closer I could smell...

I was born in 1965 in a small town in southeastern North Dakota.  My family and I lived on a small farm where my father was a second...

Take a break from what you think is your reality. Just for a few minutes I want you to come along with me on a journey of release and...

Lately I’ve struggled with what I perceive to be reality.  This struggle has, at times, given me pause to even question my own sanity...

A dear friend asked me some time ago what I think I’ve learned in my life. This seemed to be an ominous task to recount all of it until I...

Do we make ourselves blind so we don’t see the color of skin? But we could still hear and know the dialect, the language. We would still...