Permit me a rant aimed at mean-spirited researchers: As I walk the line As you know I am a research psychologist by training. However, I am not one in the everyday world of craziness. I have had the chance lately to work with a crazy group of psychologists […]
The still air is no match for a six year old boy Luka, unlike his parents, seeks wild adventures and people connections. There is no kid, adult, or forest he fears approaching. As far as psychological temperament goes, he is most assuredly securely-attached. Breastfed until 16 months despite […]
What is it all about? Frankly, Mr. Shankly I do not know. Why did the Smiths have to implode by the way? Ah, yes, because Morrison is an ego-maniac. But gifted singer and songwriter. You may not who I am talking about but in my life’s book, The […]
Living in time-zone limbo The last five weeks have been a bit surreal for me to the point that at times I feel like I am in the television show Lost. I now shuffle between San Francisco and New York; flying out every two weeks or so to […]
The super power of understanding that context is everything I do not fear truth. I welcome it. But I wish all of my facts to be in their proper context. Gordon B. Hinckley Context is everything. And I do not say that just because I am a […]
Obsessed with where to live: If only I could have it all What are the Walking Shows Around Me? This weekend I walked for over 12 hours trying to find a new place to live. I would say I was trying to find the perfect place to live […]
Doggie love dreaming haiku The sun is shining brightly up on Telegraph hill beaming down rays of love as the puppies run all about. Oh, How I long for the days I spent hugging my old dog. I ponder a future with a possible new puppy that will […]
Eating Away at My Brain A few days back, I passed a clearly distressed man who was teetering on a corner who appeared to be foaming at the mouth He as also screaming obscenities and somewhat (feebly) swinging at people. Thus, it was very hard to try […]
The hills of San Francisco are made for biking I went for a great Saturday morning walk from one end of my city block to the other end in San Francisco. My walk was akin to a roller coaster where I went up and down numerous city-street hills. […]
A Puerto Rican in San Francisco Do you know the song by Sting called “Englishman in New York.” It’s a pop Jazz wannabe fusion melody. Admittedly, it is a little catchy but would be wholeheartedly out of place nowadays with its phrases such as “I’m a legal alien.” […]
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