One More Perspective

There are as many realities as the number of people involved. – Hubay Vica

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I am glad you are here. If this is the first time you are visiting this site, the following is a quick orientation. To read a single-perspective account of a Family’s complicated history from old Hungary to the highly-nuanced United States, please look for chapter numbering (zero to nine); the chapters build on one-another in numerical order. No chapter is meant to be a standalone one. There are also titles without a chapter designation; those are short writings about a broad range of seemingly random topics. Thank You for arriving with lovingkindness.

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Observations

  • Nature, our Teacher

    Go on a walk today and share a photo of something that catches your eye. This morning, I got to witness a phenomenon I hadn’t seen before.  The overnight raindrops still held on individual tree leaves up high, were interrupted by the morning wind.  As if falling from the sky, the wind displaced the raindrops… Continue reading

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  • Reset vs Repair

    My office chair at work is the RESPAWN brand.  I thought it was an odd name, until I learned it was a video-gaming chair, actually.  Then I had to look up if the word meant what I think it meant, because I have not played video games, even when I could have.  So it turns… Continue reading

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  • Octopus and Turtle

    Picture two humans of any combination…gender, race.  They are married.  If you asked each one how the relationship is going, how it’s really going, they are likely to give two distinctively different answers.  This is because there are always parallel realities where people are involved.  Marriage is a Rorschach test. In Imago Relationship Therapy, founded… Continue reading

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  • You’re Losing Me

    “You’re Losing Me (From The Vault)” Taylor Swift You say, “I don’t understand,” and I say, “I know you don’t”We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won’tRemember lookin’ at this room? We loved it ’cause of the lightNow, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time… Continue reading

  • I don’t have to Love your Dog (or Cat)

    Before you, Dear Reader, mentally pulverize me, please know I adored our Family’s Great Dane with all my heart.  Her 168-pound presence was full of gentleness and grace.  She grew alongside my Children, with each one getting to cuddle ample of her as they all sat in a single cluster, watching television.  I still miss… Continue reading

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  • The Art of the First-strike Narrative

    “Falsehood flies, and truth comes limping after it.”  Jonathan Swift, 1710 Rounding out eighteen-month old topics in my writing queue is this subject very painfully real to me.  Rather than waiting for an apropos time to pursue this subject, I thought I’d enlist some help.  It’s more important to me that I express this observation… Continue reading

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  • The Shadow Side of Online Therapy

    In recent years I have become sensitized to the double-edged nature of online therapy.  I had this title and a few paragraphs in my draft writings for the last eighteen months.  Today, I decided to see what Gemini would produce on the subject.  My promt to Gemini 2.5 Pro:  Explore The Shadow Side of Online… Continue reading

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  • Social Media is the Matrix

    For a number of months, I’ve had this title as a draft idea upon which to expand.  I’d return to it from time to time, write a little, then get pulled away by something more emotionally compelling.  Then, I had an idea.  I know what I want to say; let’s see what Gemini Pro 2.5… Continue reading

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  • The Epiphany

    For over a month, a Family member has been recovering from an acute illness and we’ve rallied around our Patient, while often fumbling through questions around what actually constitutes help vs what only makes us, the powerless bystanders, feel better.  The early days in the hospital were straightforward; weeks later, we’re out of emergency mode,… Continue reading

  • The Bigger Jar

    The world goes on whether we are living in it or not.  The sun rises whether we have the wherewithal to raise our heads or not.  Let’s do a whirlwind tour through select parts of my life: – At age 2, I was told I had to be moved to the 3-year old class because… Continue reading

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