The saxophonist, eyes closed, worshipping, played with care. The bass player slapped the wood and popped the strings with ease. And the pianist and drummer played, as others sang words of adoration to God.

Then suddenly, I felt God in the music. He placed His hand on the inside of my wrist, feeling for the rate and rhythm of my pulse. The music played as God revived me...again. [more]

I don’t believe she understands that I was heavily involved, like a man is with a woman. I was intimate with him at a young age. I watched the warm water fill his tube and a clothes hanger swirl him solid. I watched him develop and change characteristics. I watched a blade shave him into small portions and then I watched him burn. I was caught up in him and wanted to sell him like foreclosed homes across America. I remember the first time I touched him and placed him in the hand of another woman – she was hooked and so was I. [more]

They seemed untamed and in need of a ring master.

She was tomboyish and tough, with baggy blue jeans, wheat-colored timberland boots, and a hooded sweater, of course. A high-school dropout, she learned how to hustle coke, working eight-hour days, sitting on a broken bench in the projects, selling crack to the same customers all day long. [more]

Imagine a mother and child. She sits on a bench at a busy playground, noisy with yelling, laughter, and crying. Her child plays--climbing the monkey bars, swinging wildly, sliding down the slide. Suddenly, another child screams. The mother instantaneously recognizes her child’s cry.

Research reports that, "Just as there is a part of your brain that recognizes another human face, there's a region that can tell human voices apart from other sounds."

My cell phone vibrated. I looked at the caller ID. It was AJ.

“What's up, man?” I said when I answered. [more]

I did an intake with a therapist the other day. She asked me all sorts of questions.

“Have you ever had therapy before?”

“Are you angry?”

“Yes,” I said. “I'm irritable.”

Then I asked, “Is irritable the same as being angry?”

“How are your eating habits?”

“Do you abuse any form of substance?”

“No,” I answered.

Then I asked, "Do Tylenol PMs fit into the substance category?"

“Why do you want to meet with a therapist?” [more]