Wordsmatter
Words matter or word smatter? You decide.
On the rebound
He's not here anymore. Huh. That's weird. He didn't tell me he was leaving. I guess I'll talk to her. She's not here anymore either. As I moved through my list of contacts, I found that not a single one of them had remained with the company. Two minutes of online...
Success hasn’t spoiled me yet
In Santa Barbara, California, a Chick-fil-A restaurant has become so popular that its drive-thru line extends into the street, causing 90-minute traffic back-ups during the week--longer on the weekend. (Read the story by clicking HERE.) One city council member said,...
Mandatory fun
I used a lot of words in yesterday's post (893, to be exact) describing a rotten incident in my career. Even so, the decision to leave didn't come easy. My time at that company was also punctuated by some pretty great moments, which were made possible by some pretty...
One night in Istanbul
The lowest point in my career came at midnight on Turkish cotton sheets. I don't mean the sheets you find in fancy department stores with hefty price tags; I mean cotton sheets on a bed in Turkey. Jet lag kept me from sleep, so I picked up my phone to scroll through...
Results may vary
My dog had to go on a diet. A ten-pound weight gain in four months gave me panicked visions of a fast-growing tumor, but no, says the vet. He's just eating too much. After a morsel-by-morsel review of his eating habits, I determined that switching dog foods about four...
Just keep swimming
You must have noticed the sudden re-emergence of (mostly) regular content on this blog. I've been working on some issues unrelated to writing and much to my surprise, the words have come back as I begin to resolve those things. In fact, some days I just want to throw...
Get out of your way
Once upon a time, a twelve-year-old girl hid whimpering under the dining room table. She had gone there to hide from her dad, who had commanded her to do the nefarious task of *gasp* calling the local department store to see what time it closed. The more she...
Do what you love
My son loves wrestling. He can rattle off the signature move of nearly every D1 collegiate wrestler, his record, and what happened when he went head-to-head against each opponent. Ever. I'm not kidding; you name it, and that fact lives somewhere in my son's magic...
E pluribus unum
I'm ticked off. Every day, I see people flying American flags, holding them high as a symbol of solidarity toward a particular cause. The problem is, the flag is supposed to represent an entire country, not one segment of it. I grew up proud to be an American. I still...
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