There are some cases of tinnitus attributed to anxiety. Is there a contemplative solution? FIRST: do your due diligence, check to make...

“Dude,” exclaimed Robert, “so many Pure Land Buddhists have some fucked up motivation! They’re so focused on doing the least they can to...

Queenie stood: shoulders slumped, gazing at the ground and sighed, “I want to be sure I’m doing it right,” her spine stiffened, and her...

Peter was tired, bone tired. Driving home from another Zen retreat he was content to point the hood of his car in the vague direction of...

“My name is Olive, and I was raised to be a Libertarian, just like my daddy. I love the hustle, I love the grind, and I hate those who...

Norman, the ugly American, stalked through the Thai monastery, his expensive sneakers squeaking upon the polished wooden floor; his...

Marge felt conflicted; and it showed in her body language: Right foot stood on left, thighs pressed together, left palm pressing right...

Larry’s daddy was an angry man; a rigid Evangelical with a penchant for slandering others. When Larry told me that telling his father of...

“Oh, you’re a meditation teacher,” Kelly sang, “although I know the basics I’m quite anxious. People have warned me that meditation can...

I’m not gonna say Jeremy was anxious, but he made Deputy Barney Fife seem mellow. Jeremy described his dilemma, and how it undermined his...

Janice loved her son (young and ill). She’d taken John to the doctor, and then the hospital and they were doing all they could. A good...

Slender, old, and the veteran of many teachings and retreats (both as attendee and then as teacher) Eileen had, had many teachers, had...

Harry was not a door mat, or a boot scrape, or an ass wipe. He was a person, with thoughts, and dreams, and feelings and needs; but that...

Gloria was a precise woman, which is an important trait in an accountant. She was fastidious as well. Whenever she erased a book keeping...

“This is some victim blaming, patriarchal, bull shit!” roared Fran; chest heaving and tears welling. “What is?” asked Velma. “My fucking...

Ernest cracked his knuckles, again, and ran his fingers across his scalp as if untangling his hair could do likewise for his thoughts;...

It wasn’t that Darleen wanted to do the right thing as much as she did NOT want to do the wrong thing or, to be more honest, did not want...

Craig’s forehead rested heavily upon the bar’s wooden surface which (chilled by the air conditioning) provided a welcome relief from late...

“Perfectionism is exhausting and underachieving absolutely murders my self-esteem so, after watching quite a few you tube videos, I...

Life can be dramatic, and messy, and quite unsettling. Her niece was being abused. And when she ran away (complaining of such) her aunty...