I was sitting next to my father, caressing his hair. I noticed some black pimples on the bold part of his head. I thought that perhaps I had found the cure for my father`s strange illness. I needed to remove them one by one, which I did. I waited with anticipation to...
When you meet Shelley Heusser, his openness strikes you; it is steady, unforced and paired with a calmness that speaks of someone deeply grounded and reflective. In his receptive presence, you feel instantly seen. Yet, beneath the quiet is a mind and heart that are...
