Category: Therapy of years of self expression
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Put Your Egos on the Table — Or Watch Both Countries Decline Trade deadlines are days away. In a matter of hours or days the United States could slam heavy new tariffs onto Canadian goods, damaging industries, jobs, and families on both sides of the border. I am a dual citizen with family living on…
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I first met Varly and his sister Boo in 2013 or 2014, the day Grace walked through the door with two rescue cats instead of one. They had gone looking for a single cat. That was the plan. One quiet addition to the house. What we got was something far larger than we understood at…
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Some of my earliest memories of the hotel are sneaking into Legends Coffee Shop to steal food or a Boylan soda, wandering the halls and maintenance stairwells at all hours, riding that old, rickety maintenance elevator, exploring the basement and tunnels while telling ghost stories, or climbing up to the bell towers. As kids, there…
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Losing Sparky in April 2025 still sits heavy in my chest more than a year later. He wasn’t just a family dog. He was a constant, a witness to our lives, and in the end, he became my dog in a way that surprised even me. Writing this is my way of honoring him and…
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We were somewhere around Seattle in the mid-1980s when the music began to take hold. Not the cheap corporate jingles or the polished arena rock they were force-feeding the masses. No. This was different. This was Bob Marley the man, the music, the movement crashing into my life like a freight train full of ganja…
