Forgiveness isn’t always about them—it’s about us. For years, I carried the weight of anger, guilt, and expectation. But the truth is, I don’t owe him grace. I owe it to myself. This is my story of finding peace, not in forgiving the person who hurt me, but in finally forgiving myself.
Productivity on My Own Terms
Redefining productivity after stroke recovery: why sometimes skipping the checklist to fish in Fallout is exactly what you need.
The Relevance of Time
The relevance of time—or as I like to put it, some people have no fucking idea about the passage of time. Here’s why I say this: When I was first under investigation and we got to the uncomfortable part, my lawyer came to me and said they were offering to reduce the suspension/revocation to three …
Why the Fuck Do I Feel This Way?
Welcome to another episode of “why the fuck do I feel this way?” Years ago, there was a Mel Brooks movie called *Blazing Saddles*. In it, Madeline Kahn played the character Lili von Shtupp, who had, for lack of a better description, an Elmer Fudd-style speech pattern. In one of her saloon numbers, she sang …