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Love Deeply ...
Valentine's Day is a good time to remember all the ways we can be loving, not just to the guy/gal sitting across from you at the kitchen table, but also your boss, your mother, your boss's mother, and her mother.
One of my very favorite reflections from Henri Nouwen is "Love Deeply," found in hi
posted 6:00:28am Feb. 13, 2012 |
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Therapy Thursday: Sweat
I have decided to dedicate a post on Thursday to therapy, and offer you the many tips I have learned on the couch. They will be a good reminder for me, as well, of something small I can concentrate on. Many of them are published in my book, "The Pocket Therapist: An Emotional Survival Kit."
Work
posted 6:01:57am Feb. 09, 2012 |
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Scrupulosity: What It Is and Why It's Dangerous
If you sprinkle a hefty dose of Catholic (or Jewish) guilt unto a fragile biochemistry headed toward a severe mood disorder, you usually arrive at some kind of a religious nut. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! For I am one.
I have said many places that growing up Catholic, for me, was
posted 6:17:35am Feb. 07, 2012 |
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The Treasures of Darkness
We often equate darkness with sorrow, misery, get-me-the-hell-out-of-here reaction. At least I do. That’s why I keep a mammoth Happy Lite on my smallish cubicle at work.
But darkness can also be a treasure.
Say what?
J. R. Miller writes this in “From Streams in the Desert” by L. B. C
posted 6:06:40am Feb. 06, 2012 |
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On Groundhog Day: 12 Winter Depression Busters
Last year on this day, I got fired. That was a real pleasant Groundhog Day. I was so confused by what had happened that I drove around the D.C. beltway twice. I missed my exit, and realized that halfway around the second time.
I just thought on this day, you could probably use some winter depres
posted 6:30:47am Feb. 02, 2012 |
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posted February 26, 2008 at 12:13 pm
Helen forgot the most wonderful one (at least I hope she *forgot* and not that she never knew) – The FIRE Starter. hmm hmm hmmmm
posted February 26, 2008 at 1:24 pm
I’m a fire extinguisher.
I can’t help it that a woman’s kiss stimulates every sensory organ in my mouth — almost all of which, alas, are salivary glands. (Sigh.)
posted February 26, 2008 at 9:38 pm
Pkay, once agaib, the dure extinguisher, the bacuun cleaner andn even Larry’s fire starter area;; self explnatory or easily figuredour, but what the He[[is a mummy kiss? Yes, I’m still waiting for SOMEONE to wrirw “Therese For Dummies”…:O: I’ve “been around the bedpost” long enough that i’ve undoubtedly givenreceived it,(There’s nothing new under the sun” after all, but the name leaves me clueless! (Not the movie, either!)
posted February 27, 2008 at 9:17 am
I believe the “Mummy” kiss is the dry-lipped uninspiring kind of like kissing a pool table. Am I close? Reminds me of high school…UGH!
posted February 27, 2008 at 1:31 pm
Mummy kiss? Kissing on a pool table? I guess I have been single too long but wouldn’t the kiss on a pool table have to take into account whom you are kissing?
Therese, I think maybe some of us do need that book; “Therese for dummies.” Now I am going to go out and get a copy of “Kissing for dummies.”
Richard
posted February 28, 2008 at 9:16 am
Re: Richard NOT kissing ON but kissing A pool table. In other words…like kissing your grandmother. Generic, passionless and boring…got it? The Hoover vacuum kiss is’nt much better. Are we actually discussing sensuality here?