Why Taking Xanax for Anxiety Is Really, Really Stupid Anxiety feels awful. Every year hundreds of thousands of emergency room visits occur because people go from feeling anxious to feeling really, really anxious to having a panic attack. They then end up in the ER convinced they are having a heart attack. Anxiety is fear. We… Read More
Taking the Time Out to be a Couple The Sandwich Generation is defined as the generation caught between raising children and taking care of their elderly parents. Yesterday, I was the son of an 87 year old mother in a nursing home and the parent of an eight year old girl and a ten year… Read More
My little girl’s third grade class was doing a Living Museum, and this one wasn’t boring like a museum for grown-ups…. So, the third grade had a “Living Museum” presentation, which means the cute little eight year olds were dressed up as famous people, like Einstein, Lincoln and there were even two dueling Harriet Tubmans! Each… Read More
So my ten year old son and I were sharing a “male” day: his basketball game, watching NFL playoffs, eating chicken wings and then going to Krispy Kreme. The testosterones were flying all over, I was being a manly man, he was being a manly boy, and there we no wives, sisters or Grandmas to… Read More
Surrender is a very important word. Not to force things. Perfect example: During the tsunami, when I was drowning and I was under a layer of debris, and I started to swallow the black water, and I couldn’t breathe, I said, “Okay. If I have to go, I have to go.” And I let go.… Read More
In my annual Christmas (Holiday) Email that I send out to current and former clients, my 2014 theme was “just show up” for people when they need you. You don’t need to do anything “right” or “special” or bring the “perfect gift”…You just need to show up. (Note: email me at dave@drgore.com and tell me… Read More
Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms out there…. You have a tough job, don’t get much appreciation, and one day does not provide enough pampering and acknowledgement for all you do. Thanks. And to my family: First, “Thanks, Mom” for raising me and helping me not die during my childhood. I rode bikes without… Read More
