Over the past week, I’ve struggled with the best way to recount the long and sometimes painful story of how Houston’s Covenant House youth shelter began supporting Houston’s homeless transgender youth population. My own history as an advocate within the transgender community is directly tied to Covenant House’s refusal to shelter homeless transgender youth. I believe it […]
have a old drunk that lives above me. I like him and we talk from time to time. So, I came straight home after the meeting last night. When I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that he was stumbling around outside his front door. I thought to myself that he must be drunk again. So, I parked the car and walked to the trunk of the car to get my bag out. Normally, I keep my work bag in the car but for some reason, I chose to put it in the trunk when I got out to go to the Thursday Social.
I was wasting some time and stopped by nordstrom.com, saw this and thought it was so funny that I had to take a screenshot. Anyway, I thought I would share this with you all: So what is so interesting about this page you might ask? Irony says I! “Samsara” is the Buddhist term for the state […]
The Buddha asked Malunkyaputta to imagine a man who had been wounded by a poisoned arrow. The Buddha told him to them imagine that the wounded man’s friends and relatives sent for a surgeon but when the surgeon arrives, the wounded man says: ‘I will not let the surgeon pull out this arrow until I know whether the man who wounded me was a noble or a brahmin (priest), or a merchant or a worker…tall, short, or middle height…brown or golden-skinned…whether he lives in such a village or town or city…whether the bow that wounded me was a long bow or a cross bow…’ and so on.
