It’s not a humor article, but it could have been. Then again, it could have not happened at all. You could have… You could have left earlier. Or later. You could have stayed in the left lane, passing cars, rather than slowing to the right. You could have...
I’ve been on the speaking circuit for nearly 7 years. And one thing has never gotten easier. It’s not nerves or performance anxiety. I rather relish being on stage. It’s not engaging the audience, which I do through story, or regrouping from a gaffe,...
I have a confession to make. I’m an expert in my field. And also my best subject matter to study. Though I wrote Fire Your Narrator! A Storyteller’s Guide to Getting Out of Your Head and Into Your Life to help readers rewrite old or unhelpful inner...
Hi, Lady. I see you. Yes, you! You, on the Boogie board, battling the waves. I see you while others younger and fitter splash about these ocean waves and sunbathe on the beach. I see you in your modest black one-piece with the ruching on the sides (is that how you...
I have a confession to make. I’ve been wallowing. Such an interesting verb, isn’t it? To wallow. I wallow. He/she/it wallows. We wallow. To wallow is to indulge in something (ie. wallowing in luxury). Who wouldn’t want to do that? But what if...
My husband was struggling to insert his contact lens. He kept popping it out and trying to put it back in, grumbling about an invisible speck of dust that was making it sit uncomfortably in his eye. And I wanted to offer assistance. “Do you need some….” I...
