A pastor struggled for years with sexual addiction, eventually becoming so despondent that hospitalized himself. He joined an inpatient group and was mostly silent as others shared. When he decided not to come one day, the leader found he had fallen ...
A farmer friend of mine told me recently about a busload of middle school children who came to his farm for a tour. The first two boys off the bus asked, "Where is the salsa tree?" They thought they could go pick salsa, like apples and peaches. Oh my...
He’s been looking at my file. So the question has to be right there on the tip of his tongue right about now, waiting to be spoken. But he keeps up the ‘act professional’ charade, makes it feel like he sees this kind of thing all the time, but ...
A formal period in life where there isn’t the worry of another person’s dramas and insecurities can be of great advantage, especially when used for growing into the full and wholesome beings we intended to be when choosing to come to this materia...
Automatically, like all healthy, normal beings, I deny the existence of horror...
Like icebergs, people normally expose only a small part of themselves, and generally just the part they wish to show.
The truth is, it's really only okay to be yourself if that self is within an accepted range of 'normal'.
It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.
The act of sex is healthy, normal, God-given. It's the emotions and entitlement that everyone attaches to it that is harmful.
It's not the normal way to look at things but I experienced death at a really young age and because of that it's been part of my mental landscape that death is really very possible.
Starting at age 10, my personality and my identity all stemmed from employment. I had a set to be at. I was a certain way with the cameraman, a certain way with the makeup lady - a normal, routine environment.
I want people to know that blood tests alone won't always detect thyroid disease. My blood panels were normal. I think a lot more people have this disease than are diagnosed.
My stepdad provided me with an amazing childhood. I played outside like a normal kid, I rode my bike, I walked to school, but the happiest times were when I was acting.
I don’t understand open relationships. My relationship is like a normal business at 5:01 pm: very much closed.
She wanted to be a normal teenager again, to go to college and spend her nights reading and studying and watching Doctor Who reruns.
Under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.
On the whole, all people are good, or at least they're normal. The frightening thing is that they can suddenly turn bad when it comes to the crunch.
It is axiomatic that the attempt to become a Sufi through a desire for personal power as normally understood will not succeed.
It wasn’t a normal joy, it was a bitter joy, but somehow the bitterness made the joy even more wonderful.
The detective story is the normal recreation of noble minds.
He felt like normal. Filled with anxiety, dread, sure. But even that wasn't unusual...
