I had big plans for today. Ok, maybe not big, as in flying-to-Hawaii big or meeting-Bill-Murray big (Bill Murray is the shit!) but bigger than sitting-home-watching-my-deck-turn-from-brown-to-white big. You see, here in Charleston (South Carolina), the mere mention of snow, ice, freezing rain, wintery mix, or any synonym thereof, results in a complete shutdown of the tri-county area, where flip-flops…

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A few weeks ago, I wrote about our recent tour of the Mauthausen concentration camp (if you missed it, you can find it here). In the visitor’s center at the end of the tour, a particular exhibit caught my eye. It described a baby named Hana, who was – miraculously – born in the camp shortly before its liberation….

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Remember last week, when I wrote that ideas start to flow as we tap into our innate creativity? Well, there’s a reason for that. Carl Jung, the famous psychologist known for his theory of the Collective Unconscious, believed that not only does each human being have an individual psyche, there also exists a collective, or universal psyche, that “houses,”…

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I used to think there were only two kinds of people in the world – those who were creative and those who were not. Until recently, I would have told anyone who asked that I fell squarely into the second camp. I can’t draw, I’m not particularly crafty, I don’t play an instrument, and I can’t dance or sing…

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