New Year’s Eve 2017 . . . That’s when my Christmas cold turned into the flu. When the flu took flight, a gorilla built a house on top of my chest, in the form of an upper respiratory cold. I experienced, several nights of not sleeping, and not being able to breathe. Last night, I awoke with an unshakeable thought, “What a privilege it is to breathe!”
This revelation got me thinking about the concept of “privilege.” The simple act of breathing was no longer a privilege . . .
Christmas Day is over. I sit here, looking upon a hat purchased for me by my youngest daughter, Nya. Chances are I will not wear it out of the house. I could easily blame it on my oversized head. Or the hats, somewhat over-ambitious, and falsely stated “one-size fits all” label. But, it will most likely go unworn because of what it says above the brim. “World’s Best Dad.”
The holidays are here. A time of joy, laughter, and love. Well, for some. For others a time of anxiety, sadness, and regret. The end of a year can feel like a new beginning. Or it can feel like a massive look back at a loss, missed opportunity and disappointment. It doesn’t have to be that way!
Reconciling the mixed feeling that arrive with the Christmas Holidays
I was recently in the Canadian Territory of the Yukon. Dawson City to be exact. While there a took part in a rather strange, but entertaining, ritual. It has been going on since 1973! The ritual was posted on a popular website.
Soon the comments section took a negative turn. Several people even attempted to turn the harmless fun into a race issue. I was shocked and disgusted. Rather than join the fray, I wrote this piece. As an informed participant, I had the experience to offer more than an armchair opinion.
Reflecting on my personal memories of ACDC, and the passing of Malcom Young. I was excited to be able to include a video of my daughter's first experience hearing band. It ends with her knocking out her own tooth in excitement. Fortunately, it was a baby tooth!
In a world of, imaginative, sensationalized and fake news, discovering the truth can be dubious at best. I set out to rediscover the joy of Fake News. When a joke was a joke and groovy was groovy. When we could tell the difference between World News Tonight, The Daily Show and Saturday Night Live's Weekend Update!
When challenged to come up with 10 ways to be present in the moment - I took a step back to try and recognize, when and if I could ever even say I was in the moment. I was surprised to realize how often being in the moment, for me, was only paired with tragic events. I then set about trying to recapture that feeling in happier times.
Drawing on my love and education in Musical Theater - to explain my ignorance of the US Territory of Puerto Rico. Having fun. Trying to entertain, but also expand awareness to others, who may not be aware of how Puerto Rico is part of the United States.
I believe that ADHD exists.
Whoops, so much for a cliffhanger ending.
But, wait, there’s more! While I believe in ADHD, I also think it has existed under many names for hundreds of years. ADHD is just the modern label. For example, in 1798, Sir Alexander Crichton tried to explain what he viewed as “mental restlessness.” Many modern researchers believe this may be one of the earliest examples to identify ADHD.
Many creative people have shown varying degrees of mental restlessness. But should...
Our world desperately needs a change from the daily drone of media reported bickering. That’s why I am turning to vinyl and the real alternatives . . . B-Sides! This is a retrospective on how several artists throw away seconds turned out to be their best! Proving the first idea is NOT always the best idea.