I stumbled upon something I wrote to myself more than a year ago. It’s about a difficult situation I was dealing with back then that I have zero recollection of now: Ok Jason, computer concerns. Before we go into the magically intoxicating...
For years, I patted myself on the back. After all, I’d finally noticed that I’d been bench warming much of my life by using my fear of what people would think of my speech impediment and coordination differences as my trump card excuse. Do you have any...
I worry that what I’m about to say won’t come out politically correct toward myself. Don’t get me wrong. In being politically incorrect toward myself, I don’t desire to diminish myself. My wish is quite the opposite. My intention is to be liberation-ally correct...
There’s an expression, “the elephant in the room,” that alludes to the thing everybody knows, but nobody is willing to talk about. “The elephant in the room” can be mighty awkward for all involved. After all, what could be more odd than sitting in a room with a...
When my umbilical cord got kinked as I was being born, it gave me a lifelong membership into the club of “people with disabilities”. This membership is not quite the same as having a membership to a trendy health or country club. But it does come with...
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