It’s Time to Work the Problem
My son and I were driving yesterday when the guy behind the wheel of a big tank of an SUV jumped his right turn and dangerously cut in front of us. Had I not been paying attention, we would have certainly crashed. My son disapprovingly noted that the driver was smoking, too. (That may sound judgmental, but since my dad—the person my son was named after—died from lung cancer long before he ever got to meet his namesake, I’m pretty sure we get to be.)
Within a few more seconds, the driver threw a wrapper out of the window, hitting another “jerk button” for us. Continue reading “Our Righteousness Is Damning Us to Fail”
26 letters of the alphabet results in hundreds of thousands of words–at least according to the Oxford English Dictionary. Those words can be strung together to say any number of things…like gazillions, probably. See, I’m not the greatest at math. Read my latest piece to run in The Huffington Post to know why.
I vividly remember the first email I received that made me both scared and skeptical at the same time. It was many years ago, and it was a forward (always a forward!) that said that licking envelopes can result in spiders growing inside your mouth. Continue reading “So Much to Share…So Little Time to Check Facts”
My past includes various answers to the question, “So…what do you do?” Some answers were short and precise: “I’m a high school English teacher.” Some needed more words: “I’m a communications director.” What? “Well, I blah, blah, blah…explain, explain…yawn…are you still listening?” Continue reading “Does Anyone Know Your Little Things?”
Losses. Fights. Scarcity. Illness. Abuse. Accidents. We don’t need Freud to tell us that no one gets through life unscathed. We merely have to live it. And I’ve lived long enough to experience how the hard parts of life help create you—shape you. Continue reading “Sitting with You in the Suckiness”
Over the weekend, I had a text conversation with someone that didn’t go so well. There was some frustration on both sides, and I think the texts were read with that filter in place. She “read me wrong,” and I’m pretty sure I did the same with her. (Not all that uncommon in the world of texting.) Continue reading “It’s All in the Interpretation, Right?”