There’s this thing I do each night as I pull the covers up and say farewell to the day. It might sound strange. I toss my decorative pillows from the bed. It started without much thought, but then it morphed
Don’t Bumble Your Humble I really messed up. It was one of those mistakes that makes you question a lot of things. And irony of ironies, my last blog was about getting a do-over. Little did I know I’d be
It’s time to rewrite the story. I believe we all have our own stories to live. We live them, make our choices, deal with the consequences, and move on. But what if we could go back and change the story?
(Sometimes a person just needs for someone else to hope in them and believe they can change. That’s what March’s story is about. I hope you enjoy it.) A Spark of Hope Henry unclenched his fists and took a deep
Discovering Augmented Reality I leaned toward the TV. “How are they doing that?” The opening ceremony of the Olympics had me mesmerized. A hundred lights floated heavenward. Magical. And then Katie Couric’s voice interrupted the scene, “You should know, by
Creepy or Encouraging? There’s a creepy trend coming from parents and fans at high school sporting events. I heard about it at work the other day. It was supposed to be encouraging—a push for us to cheer one another on,
A short note to you: I wanted to write a love story for you since it’s lovey, dovey hearts month, but I didn’t want it to be too sweet. So I settled for writing about that couple who almost doesn’t
This year my word-of-the-year chose me instead of the other way around. Don’t get me wrong. I did try to choose my own word. Some of the early contenders were: “Less” – because last year my word was MORE and
It’s another year, and I’m still not any closer to my dream of living the cushy writer’s life that all those full-time writers whine about being so hard. Well, maybe saying I’m not any closer isn’t entirely true. I’m a
Observations from a recovering mind. I’m home. Sick. Mostly recovering. And making sure none of my coworkers catch this. Our grand adventure in Budapest included days and days of high fever and sickness. But that wasn’t all. Not even close.