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Dreams Awake

When I was a child I use to have a reoccurring dream that I was flying. Sometimes it was blissful, soaring high in the sky. How powerful and untouchable I felt. Sometimes I would flounder, dipping low to the ground where my pursuers tried to reach me. I would fearfully flee barely escaping their grasp. […]

Confession time

I have a confession, I’m not a writer.  At least I don’t really see myself as a writer or even a blogger.  Oh I am an ideas person for sure, and I can write a darn good clinical report.   But writing and blogging for the general public (for lack of a better term)  is […]