Fetal future is here folks! A short story about "delivering" a designer baby.

Machine learning and unlearning in the modern day.

The ego and effort of showing up as the ideal ancestor, galactic goddess and a divine being.

Zen and the art of aging gratefully.

Transmuting sexual trauma into potential psycho-sexual tragedy.

Dead men make many ashes. Learning how to handle my dead dad's remains.

Love can sometimes be a hate crime. Here is my story of turning a broken heart into art.

My constant companions are a vibrator and a dog.

Someone recently referred to me as having had “A fall from grace”.  Isn’t grace only something God can grant you?

How do you raise a pack of wild children while in poverty?

My father was one of the world's last "Good" men. He had his quirks and idiosyncrasies but a heart that heals as is evident in the writing.

This is a story of my soul's unwilling journey into a dark night after the death of my dad. I am accompanied by son, dogs and ancestors.

Finding God within and without is a symbiotic process in which you must agree to "guru yourself". Turn your water into wine and drink up!

Ah, Death and Taxes, the dynamic duo of life's inevitabilities! Here I am, in the mythical 25th hour, finally wrestling with my first year's

Since the pandemic, I feel as if there has been an uptick in “enlightenment seekers”. There is a race toward ascension with ego and irony.

My mother is a tricky woman with a tricky disorder.  Bi-polar is an insidious affliction, I find that it is the gift that keeps on giving.

In my youth, bread baking was one of the family businesses and one which I guess you could say that the bread was our “bread and butter”.

In this journey to overcome loss and grief, I've learned that healing is not a linear path. It's a messy, non-linear process filled with...

Sober curious and sober cautious. Wine and wisdom are not mutually exclusive.

I do not like Blogs and think they are overly saturated on social media. That being said, here is another one.