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How I handle my sorrows

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | August 4, 2007 - 12:00am

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Jung responds to ‘Who am I?’

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | July 15, 2006 - 12:00am

Monday night. We are sitting around my dining room table enjoying ourselves discussing. Lesson 5 of the Joy of Self-discovery, my advanced class. Suddenly I sneeze. Oh, my, what’s the matter, am I getting...

Modern Living