Chronicles of an Afghan American Social Worker

Headlong in the birth canal,  we are in the transition to birthing a new world and it’s getting awfully tight in here.  As a social worker, I’ve made a career out of meeting insanity in the crisis-driven, greedy acquisitiveness of…

I’ve recently heard myself thinking:  “There is no hope anymore.  I refuse to allow myself to operate from hope from now on.”  This is one of several revelations lately that has abruptly overthrown my understanding of myself as a woman,…

Wake up knowing your sleep is the reality Revise your allegiances Plot your escape from soggy thoughts and unrequited grudges Tear down the walls that have sold you the lonely separation you’ve confirmed by rote over lifetimes, again and again…

Who would we be without this bag of bones wrapped in a skin membrane that delineates us one from another?  Who would you be without the full orchestration of the 12 living systems that comprise your body’s orchestration?  Tell me,…

Reality as we’d come to know it is quickly dissolving around us, and there’s no turning back.  The pace of change is so rapid now that it exceeds our capacity to absorb what is happening to us on all levels,…