From Irina’s stabbing to Charlie’s assassination to Evergreen’s shooting, the bodies aren’t even cold before we turn tragedy into ammunition. Last week was grotesque. Not just because of the tragedies themselves, but because of what came after. It began with…
Every week, I meet people who are in motion but not in direction. They’re busy, productive, juggling work and family and commitments — but when I ask where they’re going, the answers blur. Not where they’re headed this week. Where…
What Kabbalah, Viktor Frankl, and Your Broken Heart Know About Becoming Whole It happens to me almost daily. Someone walks through my door—sometimes a man, sometimes a woman, sometimes a high-performing leader, a grieving parent, or a seeker mid-collapse. And…
Karoshi: The Question That Crushes a Man’s Soul and Kicks Him In The Ass You’re at a cocktail party. You’re at a backyard barbecue. Paper plate in one hand, beer in the other, some new guy walks up, makes eye…
The Crossroads of Death There are two ways to die. I don’t mean medically. I don’t mean cleanly categorized as suicide versus cancer, sudden versus prolonged, at home versus in a hospital. That’s surface-level. I’m talking about soul-level. You can…
We prepare for everything. College to prepare for a career. Premarital counseling to prepare for marriage. Licensing exams to become a lawyer, a doctor, a therapist. We study nutrition to prep our bodies. We take firearms courses before owning a…
Why the Real Work Isn’t Fixing or Fleeing—It’s Patience, Presence, and the Sacred Power of Suffering with Purpose They come in fast. Men and women. Raw, spinning, unraveling at the seams, and yet strangely urgent—urgency wrapped in desperation, trying to…
We’ve been sold a shallow version of freedom. You know the one. The kind that shows up in beer commercials, backyard barbecues, and bumper stickers. The kind that celebrates doing whatever the hell you want, whenever you want, to whomever…
You don’t have to be fine. You don’t have to say you’re fine. And you don’t have to accept it when someoe else does either.
Let’s talk about kings. Not the fairytale version wearing a gold-plated crown, disconnected from reality and real responsibility. Not the tyrant who confuses fear for respect, who puffs out his chest and demands allegiance because he doesn’t yet command it.…
