You were straightforward about it, and you were right: I spend no time with your kids. Not a standing call. Not a regular check-in. Just a lot of “we’ll figure something out,” which never becomes some...

There was a space inside me that I could never quite describe. I lived around it, avoided it, adapted to it. It was never loud, never dramatic — just this constant hum of absence. A void. A weightless...

For most of my life, something swallowed my thoughts before they ever landed. I didn't know what to call it. I didn’t even know it was there. But I felt it — like a gravity well inside me, always pull...

How I Realized I Had a Black Hole Where Understanding Should Be Writing this blog cracked something open in me — a slow crack at first, but then it all gave way. And what came out wasn’t gentle. It w...

For years—decades, no, most of my life, really—I carried something inside me I couldn’t explain. A weight, a darkness, a hollowness that seemed to pull everything inward. It didn’t always scream. Some...

There’s a certain kind of heartbreak that doesn't happen all at once. It doesn't shout or scream or even always leave visible cracks. It creeps in. Slowly. Quietly. Often unnoticed by the rest of the ...

Sometimes, we don’t ask ourselves the question out loud. We carry it quietly, like a weight we don’t name, letting it shape how we move through the world. It’s subtle at first — maybe in how we hesita...

There are some experiences in life that don't just change how you see someone — they change how you see everything. It's a particular kind of heartbreak, one that doesn’t come from growing apart, or d...

I’ve been carrying a lot for a long time—frustration, confusion, and an aching sense of being misunderstood. Over the years, I’ve been labeled with some harsh words by people close to me. Words tha...

I’ve spent a lot of my life thinking I was a good communicator. I spe...

Today, my wife pointed something out - and it hit me harder than I ...

🌀 My therapist tells me I deflect. And yeah… I do. I know I do.

But it’s not because I don’t care. It’s not avoidance. It’s not laziness. I deflect because I feel...

🧠 Does Repetition Kill Memory? A Quiet Struggle No One Talks About

Lately, I’ve found myself wondering if I’m starting to forget things — not in a scary way, but in a foggy, frustrating ...

It’s not the kind of question you expect to be asking yourself in the second half of life. Especially not when you’ve lived a full one - when you’ve raised children, buried animals you saved with your...

Today, my wife and I met with our therapist for what felt like a routine check‑in - but turned into a profound exploration of cognitive dissonance. At 63, I’ve lived long enough to rack up an array of...

I’m 63 now. That sentence still catches me off guard when I say it out loud. Not because I’m trying to hide it - hell, I’ve earned every one of those years - but because part of me mentally still feel...

I stopped writing because of a few comments. They weren’t helpful. They weren’t kind. And even though I told myself not to take them personally, I did. I let them in. They echoed every time I sat dow...

The Power of ReconnectionReconnecting with old childhood friends after 50 years is a profound experience—one that bridges the vast chasm of time and offers a glimpse into the people we once were. Thes...

The Burden of Words I’ve been thinking a lot about silence. Not just the silence of a quiet room or the moments before you drift to sleep, but the kind of silence that comes when you stop sharing par...

There’s a certain expectation we all carry when we go to the doctor. We think, This will help. This will make things better. After all, that’s why we seek medical advice—to improve, to heal, to find b...

A Commitment to Myself The end of the year always feels like a natural pause—a moment to look back and reflect on where I’ve been, what I’ve accomplished, and where I’ve fallen short. It’s also a tim...

Merry Christmas! I’ve never responded to emotions the way most people seem to. When others cry, I grow quiet. When others show compassion, I tend to push away. But when I feel threatened, frustrated,...

Christmas has always felt like a warm glow just beyond the threshold of my world. Growing up in a Jewish household, we had our own rich traditions: the lighting of the menorah, the sweet taste of sufg...

The message came through on a Tuesday, abrupt and short, like an unfinished sentence left dangling. It wasn’t a goodbye, but it had the same finality. I stared at my phone, rereading their last words—...

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the faces I grew up with—the ones that filled the corners of my world with laughter, wisdom, and, sometimes, the kind of quiet reassurance only the familiar can o...

The Reflection in Her Eyes They say a mother’s love is unconditional, a beacon of warmth and acceptance. But for me, love from my mother often felt like a mirage—promised, yet always out of reach. My...

Before the diagnosis, my life was vibrant, full of energy, and unbothered by health concerns. I rarely thought about my body beyond its ability to get me through the day. I wasn’t a super athlete, but...

The Glimmers in the Gloom In recent years, it feels like the world has been locked in a perpetual cycle of challenges. Headlines scream of crises—global pandemics, economic instability, social and po...

Understanding the Three F Words Life often forces us to make choices in moments of conflict, uncertainty, or pain. Looking back over my journey, I realize that my responses to these challenges have a...

Understanding the Relationship Between Stress and Anxiety: A Personal Exploration Why This Topic Matters to Me Stress and anxiety are concepts we hear about often. They’re featured in health article...

In the modern era, where information flows freely and expertise seems both abundant and elusive, the question of authority in writing has taken on new significance. It’s a paradox I confront every tim...

A Journey Within The stories we tell ourselves shape how we live our lives. Your inner narrative-the running commentary in your mind-is your constant companion, whether you're aware of it or not. For...

Introduction: The Concept of Emotional Vampires We all encounter people who leave us feeling drained and emotionally depleted after spending time with them. These individuals, often referred to as em...

What Does It Mean to Listen Inwardly? Listening inwardly is the practice of tuning into your inner world—your thoughts, emotions, and intuition. This isn’t simply about hearing the constant mental ch...

When I reflect on the most important lessons I've learned in my life, one stands out: the art of listening. For much of my life, I thought I was a good listener. I could nod, respond, and even offer s...

The Spark That Started It All When people talk about starting a business, they often paint a picture of passion and inspiration, as if a single, brilliant idea is all it takes to succeed. My journey ...

The Tree of Love As I look back over the years, my relationships have unfolded much like a tree growing from a sapling to a deep-rooted, resilient oak. My journey through love and marriage wasn't a s...

Discovering the Things That Truly Matter (A Little Late in Life) At 62, I'm finally learning some truths that, in hindsight, might have served me well much earlier. I've spent most of my life working...

I apologize in advance for the length of this post – it's turned into quite a mix of thoughts and reflections. I realize it may come across as a bit rambling, and it probably doesn't flow like a tradi...

The Journey from Overwhelmed to Clarity I'll be honest. For a long time, I felt like I was drowning in my own emotions. Life was a series of reactions rather than choices, and instead of feeling in c...

J.C. came into my life when I married my second wife, and from the moment he arrived as a young boy, he became my son in every way that mattered. Though we didn’t share the same blood, our bond was un...

The decision to start this blog was not one I made lightly. After years of encouragement from my daughter-who, as the only girl among my children, has long been interested in the stories of my past-I ...

Life often feels like a series of ups and downs, with its fair share of smooth sailing and stormy weather. Sometimes, the storms are gentle, and we can navigate through them with minimal disruption. O...

Over the course of my life, I’ve come to realize that love isn’t something that just happens. It’s something you grow, nurture, and protect, as with any decent relationship. The best way I can describ...

Life... Lately, I've been going through a period of reflection, prompted by a series of difficult and extremely painful events that have affected not only me but also my loved ones. I’ve always belie...

I was born in 1961, a white male, adopted at birth by loving parents who cared for me in every possible way. Yet, despite their love, much of my early care came from someone else: a black nanny named ...