Finding Clan in a Rack o’ Ribs

Lety and I just returned from an interplanetary voyage. Okay, that’s a slight exaggeration, but it did seem way out there to us. We were beamed down to Syracuse, New York, where we visited Lety’s eldest son. He took us to what could just as well have been Jabba the Hutt’s hangout: a place called…

The Right-and-Wrong Trap

When we speak from our hearts, there is no right and wrong. If I tell someone else she is wrong, I am probably either not hearing what she is saying or I am not accepting it. Instead, I am judging, externalizing, or defending. When I tell someone else he is wrong, it is usually to…