Hand Me the Gasoline

When I was a teenager, I raised chickens and such. Considering it’s the popular season for eating birds, I thought I’d share one of my favorite bar-be-que stories. One summer, I was sick, and took some of my favorite medications to help me sleep: single-malt whiskey.  After I tanked myself, I slept better than normal.

Passionate Holidays

This year, Jenny and I had a different set-up for Thanksgiving, and I loved it. Fewer people meant more opportunity to join intimate conversation. Get this – I talked religion, science, mindfulness, and personal responsibility with people I am still learning to trust. It was a safe conversation, and I found support from my newly

Happy Cthurkey Day!

My new favorite dish has been making it’s rounds this week. A turkey, stuffed with an octopus, garnished with crab legs and bacon. Other than the fact my food allergies would kill me with such a dish, I think it sounds amazing. I want to do this so darn bad. Of course, I’m the only

A Look at Complex PTSD

Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (also known as C-PTSD) is a little confusing. The term isn’t accepted by the American Psychiatric Association as a mental disorder, but is used to describe PTSD that is the result of extended exposure to trauma. Here’s the deal: The term PTSD describes the symptoms that a person experiences after they’ve