I began these journals with the idea that someday I’d become a writer. The kind of writer I wanted to be was the kind that you could jump into any story. You could find me at any part and not think that you missed out on anything. I suppose this came from my first...

Here’s a question. What would make you happy? The question is both simple and difficult. However, I ask this because I know there’s a simple answer and a complicated answer. There’s a long one and a short one. Then of course, there’s an honest answer, to which I...

It is easy.It’s easy to lose our place. It’s easy to lose ourselves to the comparison of others. It’s easy to lose our focus. It’s easy to notice our faults or to notice the things we lack. It’s easy to look around and see what other people have and, of course, then...

They say that you have to stop looking backwards to move forwards. I get that. But still. We often look backwards in fear that the past will come back to creep up or haunt us again.They say that you have to let go of the past in order to meet your future. Otherwise,...

There is a fishing pier in Deerfield Beach, which is not too far from where my Mother used to live. Let me see, it has to be more than 20 years now. Or, wait no. It’s been more than 22 years since I’ve walked on the pier or fished the sides. It was raining the last...

There are smells that we have from our past, which come up when we come across them. Like the smell of honeysuckles in spring, which reminds me of a backyard from my youth. Or, the smell of pizza while walking by an open door at a pizza shop and then quickly, I am...

I want to talk to you about freedom. I want to talk about freedom from the bondage of self. And I say self, as in the I, me, the individual and the personal nature of one’s own life. I want to encourage movement because otherwise, there is only the stagnant nature of...

The one thing I know and that I’ve known for a while is that we often grip the details of our past. Whether this is regret or pain or sins from an old self; or whether this is the inability to get away from old thinking or old responses, I know what this is like. I...

How long ago was it? Or even if it was long ago, still, the question becomes, “Did it really happen?” I swear the past is a thousand years ago or equally as good. There was a time when everything was different. For example, I saw a young girl using an outdated flip...

The saying goes that when the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser. And this fits us now, that rather than debate a fact or hear an opinion about a person, place or thing; people dive into ad hominem attacks in which we attack character or motives...