Taboga is a small island on the Pacific side of Panamá. It’s a forty-five minute ferry ride from the Amador Causeway, in Panamá City. I hadn’t been to the island since I was a kid growing on the Isthmus. But it came to mind as I planned my first trip in two years to check… Continue reading Dispatches from Taboga
Author: Paul Minor
Thank You, Whoever You Are
What Einstein had to Say about Bike Riding
Have an Amazing Coming Out Journey
My First Vaccination
In my first memory of being vaccinated, I wasn’t quite 6 years old. Early 1970s. The nurse, a tall man dressed completely in white except for shiny black shoes, set a stainless steel tray of paraphernalia on a table beside me. He sat on a stool which he rolled up to me and injected one… Continue reading My First Vaccination
Remembering Ronin
About Trauma
“Trauma is not what happens to us, but what we hold inside in the absence of an empathetic witness.”~ Dr. Peter A. Levine Beautiful way of explaining how the nervous system works and the difference it can make to have someone be fully present. https://www.facebook.com/517217658/posts/10158917456287659/?d=n
Life as Story
Sibling Story, not for the Squeamish
Warning: this story isn’t for the squeamish. My sister lived with me for a few years in Tallahassee while she studied at Florida State University. We shared a two-bedroom, one bath apartment on the ground floor of a fourplex in a leafy neighborhood close to downtown. One night, I roused from bed by a commotion… Continue reading Sibling Story, not for the Squeamish
Love is Love – #PaulandErinTLA
In a couple days, it will be 19 years since Erin and I went on our first date - a Saturday matinee of The Bourne Identity. And 5 years since our hastily-planned state-sanctioned marriage on the south lawn of the Texas Capitol. In the EARLY morning, before heat. On a Wednesday. And with the sprinklers… Continue reading Love is Love – #PaulandErinTLA