When my kids were little, they received a paperback picture book about emotions. Each page demonstrated a feeling with a fruit or vegetable that had a face. Within its pages, an angry apple or a frustrated strawberry tried to communicate with their friend, an amused...
It was too cold for April. The heat had to be turned on that Monday morning and already smelled like it had been months since it had run. Wool socks and house shoes weren’t enough to entice me to want to step on the cold tile floor of the kitchen. It was still dark...
Irritability surged to prickle on my skin. Anger burned on my tongue. Frustration drew my shoulders closer to my ears as my arms crossed in front of my stomach. Again. Almost as if time stopped for a moment, I stepped above myself to take in the scene. My eyes...
For all who find Mother’s Day to be a painful moment, me too. Empty. Lacking. Vacant. Forlorn. Empty. Tears streamed from my eyes even as the anesthesia wore off; the nurse said that I cried through the whole procedure, even as I slept. My hands caressed...
Anatomy of the Soul by Dr. Curt Thompson Summary: A neuroscientific explanation of spiritual transformation from the perspective of a psychiatrist and believer. This book includes specific practices for individuals and groups who desire spiritual maturing....
