I am writing today to recognize the sad demise of a mom spiel, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” It’s a mantra that many women raised in the ’50s – my peers – can recite. Maybe not taught to the boys and men of that calmer and purportedly common sensical time.… ...
October is Better Speech-Language-Hearing Month, so here’s acknowledgement to my former career. YAY! I adored it as much as I adore my encore career of writing.
Allow me to share information from past life career, when I fervently worked as the problem solver of people’s oral communication skills: Communication is 7% word choice.… ...
Curiosity makes you smart, silly, and sensational. Curiosity helps you retain Wonder, which is grand! Curiosity drives knowledge growth, which can never hurt… Yet, “curiosity killed the cat” Yikes! Splat!
Curiosity didn’t kill Curious George, a monkey of a kid-like character who got into constant trouble – enough to fill dozens and dozens of books since 1973.… ...
Tagged with: adventure
, Albert Einstein
, Baby Boomer
I was always skilled and forthright with banter. Even when I was two… when I told the fire-and-brimstone preacher off. Prancing down the aisle to shake a fist in his face. In front of the entire congregation, I responded to his shouted messages, punctuated by fists in the air (I’m talented at mirroring, too).… ...
I’m a writer – what about you?
I’m a human being, too – as I know you are, Constant Reader. As human beings we like to be listened to when we speak. Am I right? We crave being understood, as most people do.… ...
Writing requires judicious revision, a truism that used to alarm the novel novelist that was me. No more. I’m more assured in my skills.
Writing can effortful, not glib, for some, though seldom for me. It requires accountability: to be purposeful and precise, with an arc that reaches beyond a mere spark, a notion, a thought.… ...
I’m fifty years past my tweens, those years of perpetually-perplexed living. I am an adult. I seldom squabble or complain, behaving hyper-responsibly to problem-solve my own good end. I may have retired from working, but I didn’t retire from thinking.
I’ve encountered a trio of wtf/duh, stupendously stupid replies when I shared a concern conversationally in the past few weeks.… ...
My husband and I enjoy meeting people. I’ve often been called a social butterfly, and he’s one, too. In proper male terms, of course. Honest interest in others is infectious; it gains us many acquaintances and friends.
In any conversation’s opening dance , the questions are tentative, formulaic.… ...
I’m as addicted as anyone to my cuppa…Starbucks Chai Tea. Skinny please.
Especially when in the midst of a string of out-and-about errands. While I didn’t have many city streets to trek, I had a list of errands as long as my forearm.… ...