Wordsmatter
Words matter or word smatter? You decide.
I am not a-mused
I used to blog every day, or at least Monday through Friday. It was how I started my day, and the hours that followed were better for it. That creative jumpstart made me sharper, more expressive, and more aware for the rest of the day. I thrived on it and I didn’t...
For better or for worse
A few years ago I joined two different Facebook groups that serve as a forum for parents of college kids (or soon-to-be college kids). One is a general group, and the other is specific to my kid's school. I find one particularly helpful and the other, well, not so...
Us and them
In one of my former jobs, I led a team of people serving all departments in the company. We were responsible for global branding, identity management, and creative services, among other things. My reporting structure was at the corporate level, which made a ton of...
Miss me?
I’m back, at least for the moment. And although it’s the elephant in the room, I don’t plan to write about COVID beyond this paragraph. That may change, but there’s already so much noise out there that I believe one more voice will only add to the confusion. Besides,...
Same old song and dance
*1986 Junior Miss banquet. Not naming names.* I heard a song on the radio the other day that took me back to high school when I participated in the Junior Miss Pageant (now known as Distinguished Young Women). Yes, believe it or not, I was once a pageant contestant....
The icing on the cake
Years ago when we were young and ambitious and thought we had a lot to prove, a friend of mine began to prepare a birthday celebration for his girlfriend. As on any birthday, the crown jewel of the celebration would be a cake, but this one would be her favorite...
For Tim
"Have you been writing?" "What have you written?" "Why haven't you been writing?" He hounded me. Every time we talked or texted, he hounded me. He valued my words and wanted more of them. I had a few well worn excuses, but he always pushed me to come back to the...
Piece by piece
I just found this in some old files. It's something I wrote years ago but had forgotten. I still believe it. What if life isn’t a tapestry, a garment patterned by events, moods, cycles, and stages? Where even a slight change in weave changes the visual effect? What if...
Duck, duck, goose
Since I decided I needed to focus less on myself and more on making a difference to others, I've spent a lot of time trying to get my ducks in a row. In the past I've served charities that didn't hold my attention for long--not because they weren't worthy, but because...
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