My dad moved-on to the next life last week. Though the end snuck-up on us, going on ninety-five and with some medical kinks, his transition wasn’t shocking. Still, now he’s gone. And there just have to be some positive takeaways…

Fact! Most who endure chronic emotional or mental unpleasantness spend the bulk of their cognitive power ruminating over their faults, kicking their beauty to the curb. It’s just what we do, until we come to understand we’re an exquisite symphony, consisting of wonderful and troubling movements. Consider LvB’s…

So, I’m not big on New Year’s resolutions. Just seems to me, at least in the mood and anxiety disorder neck of the woods, they’re often set-ups for failure, then self-loathing. But that doesn’t mean my mind isn’t hummin’ along going into the new year. Tap-in and let’s get after it…

It all began innocently enough. On a September morning in 1954, in the suburbs of Philadelphia, I popped-in to this world. By all accounts, the proceedings went well. Of course, the crying baby boy couldn’t have known what awaited him. But, then, there were those pillars…