The trouble is, people use all the same things to dismiss AD/HD. Like, big pharma, or soda pop and sugar, or that everyone has some of the symptoms here and there.
If you know that my parents were teachers and think I had them help me? They would have, if I asked. I knew the system was fucked early on for someone with ADD. Even my parents didn't know, because I got by, being smart and knowing stuff.
I'd been to Bible camps and such. I read it myself. I was devastated. I've come back to it but through the Qur'an, Bhagavad Gita, Avesta, Tao Te Ching - you name it I've read it. If anything, Joseph Campbell gave me the best for religion: Follow your bliss.
I have not posted anything but “short posts” in a while because, well quite frankly I am not a writer. I prefer to just exchange thoughts. However, I have been studying some metaphysical material that...
Happy May Day! I do these for pleasure. I don't worry about people stealing anything, but, just ask if you want to?
I had a gay cousin who was murdered back in the mid-90’s, I loved my cousin despite his sexual preference. I’ve been asked by some Japanese colleagues my opinions on the gay issues. Here’s my dilemma...am I,...
So what if the older gentleman that lives next door is three years younger than I am? It matters not, I am the rock n' roll generation. Rust never sleeps, rock and roll never dies it just gets a little gray.
Let me explain. The rhetoric from mainstream climate groups (and many scientists) over the past few years has sounded something like this: ‘if we don’t seriously reduce our carbon dioxide levels, our grandchildren will be in big trouble by 2100’. With that deadline 84 years away, the tendency is to become complacent. But nearly all such assertions about a 2100 deadline are based on carbon dioxide concentrations alone.
I was to be a Dad at a circus food stall with hyper kids wanting everything in sight. Behind me is my parked car and on taking a quick glance around, see to my unbelieving eyes, an Elephant smashing the back of it.
IRA Conducts Daring Air Raid I used to be a member of the Irish Aero Club, which operated out of Dublin Airport for many years. One day, in the early 1970’s in the middle of the ‘Troubles”, I was filing a flight plan for a local trip, when someone I had never met before came into the Club to retrieve his Cessna which had been serviced.