I felt stressed, depressed, riddled with anxiety, on a wobble. Work was crushing me in a crucible of new technology, new role, change of clients, change of focus, change, change, change—and I was scared. My palms and feet were sweaty.…

A wise man once told me that whenever I have a problem, step one is to look in the mirror and ask, “Is it me? Am I the problem? am I doing something wrong here? Is my behavior offensive? my…

     Where are my friends—my true friends?       Why don’t I have any?      Where are those gentle hearts whose eyes scan for loneliness, whose hearts break for pain-bearers, whose compassion compels them to reach out, befriend,…

“As long as we stay angry, we keep our pain”—James Joyce Dang it. I got angry with my 8 year old for acting like a 8 year old. Through scolding words and demanding standards, I made him cry; and for…