Ask Havi #25: Destuckifying a hurt.

Note: it is almost impossible to get on the Ask Havi list. This person got in by a. being one of my clients or students, b. flattering the hell out of my duck, and c. making life easy on me by being clear about what the question was and what details I could use. Turns...

Explosions.

The thing I was planning to write today got erased from my brain. Because of the explosions. I honestly thought I was mostly over all the post-traumatic stress crap that accumulated in my mind/body from a decade living in the Middle East. Hahahahaha. No. This is my...

There’s time.

Five in the morning, again. There was a period of oh, at least five years, when every New Year’s Day found me at five in the morning sitting at a certain table in the corner of a certain bar in Tel Aviv. Two of those years I’d spent New Year’s Eve...
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