One Hand Speaks

Sometimes people stare at me. In fact, it happens often. I have gotten so many types of stares and "looks," I have noted then in numerous podcasts.

I had to visit the dentist today. Not my favorite place to visit. This was my quarterly visit for cleaning. It always hurts.

Here is a short, funny, and certainly one of the craziest moments and questions I have been been asked and had in a bar in Boise, Idaho.

I had many a wild nights at this place drinking and doing other other miscellaneous drugs. But this one night toped them all.

It was 106 degrees here in Boise, Idaho on July 6, 2021.

One of the benefits of isolation due to the pandemic was a more-than-appropriate amount binge watching science fiction. And I do mean a lot.

Born and raised in Oaxaca, Mexico my mother would tell us stories of her childhood eating grasshopper tacos. We found a connection here in Idaho and now I eat grasshoppers!

Living in Seattle in the mid 1990 was incredible. The Grunge Music scene and the bicycle life style crossed in a very cool way.

I am sharing an amazing modern-day technologically industrial experience that left me completely amazed

There is nothing like the beauty of a sunset.

AlejAndro Anastasio and One Hand Speaks Storytelling Podcast celebrates 4 years of podcasting.

A common question asked to people is, "if you could change anything about your body what would that be?" This is a question I get asked not so often. I think people are concerned they might offend me.

For as long as I can remember I have always been a fan of belt buckles. The funny thing is putting on a bely buckle with one hand can be a bit more challenging than one would thing. Who would have thought belt buckles and one handedness had a a funky quirky relationship?

Not much I can do when you pass to my left side. Such a weird and true occurrence in my life. Though I must say it does not happen too often.

This story is about the lengths Deadheads will go to sneak drugs into a Grateful Dead Show.

This week I am going to break down the movements that cause a lot of pain in my arm regarding my Tennis Elbow. It is very simple and straight forward. Three words... Life. Pull. Squeeze. 

I have not said much these past few months regarding my extreme tennis elbow. Of course, having just the one hand does not give my arm time to rest as I have to do everything with this one hand.

One late night in my apartment upstairs after all my classes were taught I was sitting very still. It was then I noticed a mouse casually walking across my living room into the kitchen.

Reflection on a memory of a one handed guy I used to know.

This past week a friend from my childhood asked me if I would podcast on why I am a Buddhist. So I did.