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Who I am is only part of the picture, my name is not really relevant, who we are is really the heart of the matter, especially in this day and age with so much Cognitive Dissonance and Group Think going

How often do we unplug? How often do we step outside, way outside our comfort zones, and push the boundaries of who we each think we are? Do we step outside? Leave our phones at home? Just stroll down

We are all riding around on a giant rock careening through a far from empty void full of things that could knock us off at any moment and one day we will, all of us, keel over, die, dissolve to dirt. Some

Everyone has faced hardship in life, everyone has had to deal with difficult situations. The thing that separates the wheat from the chaff is in how well we deal with these things, how we approach them,

The sounds of the crowd cheering below barely registered, drowned out by the sheer depth of the moment itself, a booming silence that drew one away from that outward mask and into the truth of their

Who am I? Now that is an interesting question, one that does not necessarily yield a simple or straight forward answer.  I could say my name, but am I a name? I could say I love to write, that I teach