We used to hear a lot about “work-life balance.” In the face of the Covid pandemic, we hear more about “the great resignation” and “relationship breakdown.” Yet, as things breakdown, something new is being born. People haven’t given up on work, intimacy, or communion with our deep selves, but we are looking for something more
I’ve been interested in men’s health for a very long time. I was five years old when my uncle drove me to the mental hospital. I was afraid and confused. “Why do I have to go?” I asked Uncle Harry. “Because your father needs you,” he answered simply. “What’s the matter with him?” I was
I met my first wife at U.C. Santa Barbara in 1965. I was a senior and she was a freshman. We were both young, but sure we had found the partner of a lifetime. We got married the next year and had a son and adopted a daughter as we had planned. Our marriage lasted
“Do not get lost in a sea of despair. Be hopeful, be optimistic. Our struggle is not the struggle of a day, a week, a month, or a year, it is the struggle of a lifetime. Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble.” Rep. John Lewis (1940-2020)
The end of the year can be a time of joy or one of deep anguish. We need to talk about the things we often try and hide. There were times in my life I wasn’t sure I wanted to go on living. When I was five years old, my mid-life father took an overdose
I was relieved and terrified when I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, which used to be called manic-depressive illness. Relieved because I now had a name for the problems that seemed to be associated with my severe mood swings, but terrified because I was accepting that I have what my father had. And he was
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