The patron saint of wackiness and calling it like it is I don’t suffer fools well. I especially don’t suffer fake fools and non self-aware fools very well. Or so I have been told. I also don’t tolerate uncalled for arrogance and pretentiousness. I have a nose for […]
I’ve run so far away from you Looking back I don’t know what I see We were once a welcomed whole Now we are memory fragments From the rocky nest I flew To catapult a hungry, weary knee In and around many a rocky dust bowl […]
I was meant to be a psychologist: But Why? I was a smarty pants, book smarts girl from the South Bronx. I read ten books a week sometimes for books were my escape into other worlds and realms of possibilities. I knew there was more out […]
Proudly I’m a Jill of all trades: Don’t ask me about crocs, dark matter or dog grooming I take great pride in being a jill of all trades. As a social psychologist, who is embedded within a community based organization, I have to develop knowledge across a wide […]
Its wacky Wednesday: can I be part clone and part howler monkey to silence the critics It is a wednesday morning here in New York. The trains are packed and the two cups of coffee have yet to kick in. Its drizzling and the finely fixed bobs will […]
My glutes and mind are longing for a walk on the beach Many find comfort in the hot salty aired beach embedding their toes into the granular sand streams. Many love to get golden with the sunblock-filled sweat dripping slowly from the body. I, do not enjoy the […]
Blindsiding in the workplace: My longstanding pet peeve I have great peripheral vision. I think it has something to do with having grown up in the South Bronx. Walking home from the subway at night meant being extremely vigilant staring ahead trying to gauge what was occurring […]
The psychology of field (retreat) day: Sadness and joy at the dewy mist The flight was nicely uneventful other than the fact that my ear drums felt like they were going to burst. One of the worse things possible on a business trip is getting sick with […]
Great Expectations: Bathe in Truth Cream The door is smeared with bloody prints The floor is littered with smashed-up dreams Madness lies in the furrowed squints A hundred ideas wasted on the blasted regime Brush out the deviled lint Fly up above the horrid stream Muddy waters always […]
Circle Art: From the weeds to the cocount drink A circle is a thing of beauty and abstraction. You can spin around in circles or you can center yourself within a circle. You can move with its forces or you can stand still and watch the world […]
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