Fathers, Sons and Guns: An Interview With USC Sociologist and Author Michael Messner
"I end the book with a letter to my sons, posing this this sort of dilemma for them to ponder: perhaps the meaning of a son’s relationship with his father is a sort of puzzle to be deciphered over a lifetime."
Trauma Recovery Facilitation Training
How to be elegant, efficient and effective when healing traumatized hearts A Workshop with Patricia Clason, Curtis Mitchell, and Barbara David – Houston TX – Nov 10-13, 2011. “The actual process of trauma really worked as a learning experience for me. Being part of it was very rewarding. I definitely recommend this program. I am honored to have been a part of it. The leaders were very down to earth with relaying...
Why the BLEEP Doesn’t The Secret Work for Me?
Three Keys for Manifesting a Rich Life by Tom Lietaert So why am I only now writing about The Secret? It’s passé, blasé, already been analyzed and criticized. The Secret has sold over 19 million copies and is still going strong, and Rhonda Byrne’s new book, The Power, soared to Amazon’s top five the first week out. While old news for many of us, it still seems to have strong appeal. This makes sense given our quick fix culture, and as...
Becoming Aware of King Energy
Each of us is the sovereign in our lives. We are the queen or king we have been waiting for. And often, it may feel like the throne is headless, or at least on autopilot, acting this way or that, … Continue reading →
The pitfalls of living each day as if it were your last
Dmitri Bilgere, coach and workshop facilitator, offers a word of wisdom on priorities. As a 1-on-1 coach, workshop leader, and writer, I help people care for their hearts so they are able to take the daily, excellent actions that move them toward the life they long for. You can read more about Dmitri Bilgere and follow his blog at: Live The Life You Long For – is a deeply personal issue that everyone decides for himself....
You are the story of my life
by Pedro Serrano I opened the old diary at random. “I punched myself awake this morning.” It was in 1997, I’d had a nightmare. This was a time when fighting for your life during a zombie apocalypse wasn’t something you trained for on a regular basis. “I have to wake up!” I thought. My back against a wall, I come up with an idea. In my dream, as hard as I could I punched myself in the head. I opened...