When my daughter learned that Tenderloin Touch® was the name I had chosen for my massage therapy practice, she said, “It sounds like the name of a butcher’s shop.” And I suppose it does to someone who doesn’t know the story behind it. But before I explain, I must first tell you how a San…
Category: My Story ~ Enlightenment vs Spiritual Psychosis
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CONFIRMATION BIAS VERSUS DENIAL
The times when I was so sure I was right only to discover I wasn’t, are what have made me repeatedly err on the side where caution is thrown to the wind. Many times I have talked myself out of knowing what I know by reminding myself of all the instances in which I was…
THE CABIN & THE PIANO ROOM
It was two weeks before I saw Rashaad again. He only came to do big jobs for Mr. Sims or to to make deliveries in one of the trucks. And yet, nearly every time, he could find a secluded or semi-private area where we could kiss like in the arts and crafts cabin. I think…
I TOO WAS CRAVING GRACE
Only days after that trip to the club, my doctor’s office called. I was curled up reading Craving Grace when the phone rang. The medical assistant spoke slowly and kindly asked, “How are you?” My heart sank. Something must be wrong, I thought. Every prior call for Pap smear results over the last thirteen years…
MY BBL LED ME TO MARIJUANA
I can see my younger self sitting with my mother and siblings on the church pew. My father was standing behind the pulpit as he preached from the Kings James version of the Bible. But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day…
AN OPEN LETTER INTRODUCTION
Dear Diary, Wait. No, that isn’t right. Dear Readers, I’m writing these entries with you in mind. However, they are adapted from my personal diaries and journals. I struggled over making public my private writing. I argued with myself who told me, “Nobody cares!” I mean people only write their life story if they are…