When my brother, Brett, died I was ten years old. Old enough to understand something horrible had happened. Old enough to have my world turned upside down. Old enough to miss him for the rest of my life. Yet, young enough to be shielded from the practicalities of death such as arranging a funeral, contacting family and friends, and managing his estate. After my sister, Ivy, died this > MORE
Reflections
Here’s some of my past writings on community, collapse, leadership, and soul.
Category: Loss
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Mainstream Psychology Can Go Fuck Itself
February 12, 2019 -
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A Short Essay about the End of the World
April 13, 2018 -
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Transformative Relationships — Taking into Account Power, Rank, Privilege & Cultural Difference
October 27, 2021 -
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(Dis)Regarding the Humanity of Leaders
June 17, 2021