Ah, Craigslist. You help me make some moolah. You amuse me. And at times, deliver a lesson. Today’s lesson came with this heading: Avoid this guy!! The ad was a lengthy rant. I read it just in case I cross paths with the scofflaw who evidently, did some shoddy mechanic work on his classic car… Continue reading Avoid this guy!!
It’s no secret that I love dumpsters. In my work as an organizer, few things delight me more than seeing beautiful, wide-open space where there once was clutter. Dumpsters make this possible. All that clutter’s got to go somewhere after all. Of course, I can’t take this analogy too far as I am aware of… Continue reading Emotional dumpsters
I didn’t remember the collision. Didn’t hear the sirens. The “Jaws of Life” cutting me out of the mangled Pontiac. The cries of my injured friend. Or the gasping sounds of me fighting for breath. The ambulance ride or the sounds of the life-saving Emergency Room activities went unnoticed by my unconscious self. I do… Continue reading When you wake up in an ICU
Dog poop. In the olden days Mr. Johnson would step out on his porch, fist waving in the air if he saw someone’s dog doing its business on their lawn. That’s how people dealt with their dog’s bowels. Then there was the annoying little Dachshund that lived across the street from us many years ago.… Continue reading Let’s quit carrying this around
The first time I saw a grown man pout, I was taken aback. The short version: The guy didn’t get what he wanted and he – I am not making this up – stuck out his lower lip and tossed his head up in the other direction. This memory flashed through my head while I… Continue reading Age is not a predictor
That was the headline on a piece of spam that landed in my inbox today. The ad promised me if I purchased their hair product, that’s what would happen. Listen, people. You don’t need any freakin’ hair product. You don’t need a guru. You don’t need whatever the hell they’re selling you. (Apologies to sensitive… Continue reading Get your confidence back!
Learning to live authentically isn’t for the faint of heart. There’s a LOT of money that goes into marketing so you can have just the right image. By “just the right image”, I’m referring to FITTING IN. You may recall the pain of middle school. For most kids, fitting in is their goal. And thanks… Continue reading Learning to be real