The Mask

The Mask

I grew up in a small town. How small was it?  It was one of those towns so small that everyone did in fact know everyone else. You couldn’t get away with anything because someone would tell your parents, usually within minutes of the infraction. Yes, we walked to...
We are not OK

We are not OK

I was listening to a rebroadcast of a 1948 radio show. It was still quite funny. But I was bothered by the old commercials that were included from the original show. Here’s basically what they said. Ladies! Why have dingy skin when you can have beautiful skin by...
Everyone Needs a Mother

Everyone Needs a Mother

  The year my son Tim was three, super heroes were popular at our house. One day I heard Laura, then six, say to Tim, “OK, we’ll play. You be He-Man and I’ll be your mother.” Tim’s baffled response was, “He-Man doesn’t need a mudder.” And Laura said, “Of course...
Steps

Steps

Hmm….When choosing today’s topic, I recalled writing about the 9-11 Survivor Stairs in September. And in reviewing my notebook of blog ideas, I see I have several other possible posts involving staircases. I may need to sign up for psychotherapy just to determine if...
Talk to me

Talk to me

A lesson I preach at every public speaking class is Always Value Feedback. Because we don’t know what we don’t know. We may have nervous tics that show up no place else except when we’re speaking before a group. We can have mannerisms that distract our listeners to...