Archive for January 2016

Do you ever struggle with the lack of self-confidence, depression, or anxiety? I’ll tell if you do. But you gotta go first. And I’ll even say “Please.” You might do both of us a favor. Because these feelings are usually kept hidden – especially by people who are intelligent, competent, and extremely Type A. Sound like anyone you know?…

I should’ve figured my mom would get the last laugh. But the risk was worth taking. I couldn’t resist pointing out how many of the quaint notions and ideas I was exposed to as a child have forced me to now play “catch up” as a 21st century school communicator. While it was never my intention to be a Debbie Downer (in an…

I am! Not really. I just wanted see what a big lie in the opening line would look like. (I kinda like the looks of it… so watch out! I may try this again soon!) Of course, I’m old enough to remember this game. I’m even old enough to remember when a phone had a circular dial, hung…

There are some things I just don’t want to know. That’s why I don’t do the mirror thing. Especially when the ideas of leadership coach and business builder Chris Brogan are involved. Whenever I read his words or hear him speak I inevitably feel challenged to inwardly wrestle with stuff I’d prefer to leave alone. About 16 months ago I wrote…

Sometimes even one of my pre-teen books was part of the problem. Not that my mom’s ethos didn’t play a role, however. There’s no escaping that. One book I enjoyed as a 10 year-old was “Onion John.” And I don’t think my mom had anything to do with it. The book came from  my elderly aunt from Chicago who taught school there for about…

My mom and “the era I grew up in” sure didn’t help any, either. It was a loud and enthusiastic sales pitch. A classic. “Caps! Caps for Sale! Fifty cents a cap!” It was one of the first ways I learned about the importance of fashion. The caps were important to the traveling peddler. The caps were important to…