
Walking in Their Shoes
Walking through the Holocaust Museum I asked myself, “How am I like Hitler? What part of me is him?”
Walking through the Holocaust Museum I asked myself, “How am I like Hitler? What part of me is him?”
Without a daily practice we forget our true nature, just like I forgot the voice of my mom…
I dwell in gratitude, what do you dwell in? Find a state of being that resonates with the highest version of you.
President Obama’s visit to Los Angeles, a painful conversation with my pastor, and my mom’s declaration that she was in love with a woman…