Personal Reflection
That Begins the Story How did I arrive here, I wonder. Because the flux in the political atmosphere is overwhelmingly tormenting that black hole of
November 11, 2025
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That Begins the Story How did I arrive here, I wonder. Because the flux in the political atmosphere is overwhelmingly tormenting that black hole of
et me be candid for a moment. Some of you may have noticed that my posts have been more politically charged lately. Yet those who
Originally written January 15, 2013 – restored September 2025 Rambling somewhere in the echo chambers of my head is a maelstrom of thought responses on
We the People say: Stop the war with Venezuela. Reaffirm the Caribbean as a Zone of Peace. Humanity first not bombs, not bravado. Filed under:
Some days feel like a long purgatory. I find myself carrying the weight of headlines like extra baggage drained, conflicted, and quietly asking: how long
On body, seasons, and the theatre of being. Today my brainwaves are having a moment. My niece sent me a photo recently, and I looked…
At the beginning of 2013, I was caught in the undertow of economic loss. The housing crisis pulled me from a full-time, sustaining consulting career
I spent my Sunday trying to lift my spirit. Oprah’s Soul Sunday offered a line from Gary Zukav that stayed with me: “A partnership between
When I first wrote about ChatGPT, I was cautious. I wondered whether using artificial intelligence in my writing might dilute my voice or raise questions
There’s a song from home that keeps looping in my head David Rudder’s refrain, “This is not a fete in here, this is madness.” He sang it