I come from a rough neighborhood; that’s no secret. Where I grew up, people were gruff, rough, and tough. In fact, here’s a typical greeting; and seriously, no bullshit, verbatim: “Joe! How the hell are you, you f**king fat bastard? Life treating you good or what?” Yep, pretty typical. Crazy right? But, you know this … Continue reading The Case for Care in the Face of Sympathy
I Am No Yogi 