Today was going to be a day of reckoning. The people were gathered. She darted in and out of the crowds. Today everyone needed to hold hands and electrify the air. Evil had to be zapped away. Break bread. Shed tears. Get angry. Take action. Complacency was to […]
In this world of text and instant messages, email use (according to my son) has decreased. Of course, you wouldn’t know that from my work email inbox. I receive way too many emails on any given day. A great percentage of those emails are, to use a technical […]
Growing up, I didn’t really look forward to Sundays. In an odd way, I still don’t. But for entirely different reasons. I’ll get to that in a bit as I tend to wander in and out of my stories. Not everything needs to be linear. Back to childhood […]
Wrong choices Bad choices No choices Measured Deliberate Cautious Daring Bold Just do it Trite motivator Pull the trigger Bite the bullet No time like now Judgment free zone All are pensive Baby we were born to run
I went on Facebook to just see how some folks were doing. I don’t post much. I keep a lot of my personal stuff private. I know that seems odd as I’m sharing all this with you all. I’ve been sharing thoughts, at large, for over ten years. […]
Words. Word play. Multiple words. Stream of consciousness. Good vocabulary. Quick on your feet. I like all those attributes. However, I just don’t get wordle. And by get, I mean don’t like. Sometimes I’m right on time for the party. Other times I’m late to the party. But […]
This is the year of the great resignation. Or so many say. Actually, I know so. I have seen more than 30% position vacancy rate. And, admittedly I too am “reflecting”. I rather call this the reflection economy. But that’s another topic for another day. In this economy, […]
I’m not a huge football fan. However, I do usually catch the Superbowl. If anything, to catch interesting commercials. We all know the 1984 Apple Ad. We know the Clydesdales. Commercials used to be fun. Lately I’ve been into the actual games themselves. They’ve been close. That is […]
Towards the end of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamiliton, George Washington muses: “You have no controlWho lives, who dies, who tells your story?And when you’re gone, who remembers your name?Who keeps your flame?Who tells your story?” As a kid who grew up as a storyteller, I readily get the power […]
She just stared at the truck It was a glaring reminder, when she allowed it to be, of being mired in wuicksand. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Being rooted could seem like a good thing like when people are said to be grounded. But it really wasn’t. It was […]
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