The American Psychological Association (APA) was founded in 1892 by 30 American doctors in an effort to consolidate and strengthen the growing psychologist's community within the country. It was founded upon good intentions in order to help those in need of science not yet understood and to further the study and knowledge of the human… Continue reading The American Psychological Association, Quentin Tarantino and the CIA
I am by no means a wealthy man and I definitely did not come from a family with money. My father was a Cowboy and a mechanic and my mother was a bank teller. Lower middle class by any standard. I did not get on an airplane until I was twenty-one years old and I… Continue reading First Class, bottomless drinks and not so classy people
We all want to be that cool badass John Wick kind of guy. Minus the dead dog and the dead wife. This idea has always floated around the psyche, hasn't it? A well dressed, slow talking, gun fu killer with a cool ride. What more could we want than to be cool? From ancient Rome… Continue reading When the man comes around
Most of us who have gone to Sunday school or have been brought up in a Christian setting have heard this story time and again. Cain in a fit of jealous rage killed his brother Able, and when God confronted him he responds with the famous question, "Am I my brother's keeper?" The second man… Continue reading Am I my brothers keeper?
We always wanna think the opposite. Politics is a dirty business, and I'm always gonna try clean living tomorrow. When we always know that tomorrow never really comes, and politics is about the only thing we can all seem to a have a firm, clear view on, that it's a dirty business. We also shoot… Continue reading Clean politics and dirty living
Sometimes it catches us entirely off guard. Those rare quiet days where we find ourselves with nothing to do and nowhere to go. The clouds cover and darken the sky and then slowly but surely a light rain sets in. Nothing heavy, no thunder or lightning just drizzling and then rain. Weather that is guaranteed… Continue reading Rainy days and lazy times
Homecoming. That fabled time where after our journey into the wide world we all dream of or dread for our own reasons. Maybe we left because it was our time to grow up and join the world or perhaps we just needed to get away from someone or something. The reasons matter only to us,… Continue reading You can’t go home again, even for Thanksgiving