WHO NEEDS CONVERSATION?
Three weeks ago my friend, Nick Richtsmeier and I began The Convos – a conversation on Facebook (about the worst place to have a conversation) based on our belief that
Three weeks ago my friend, Nick Richtsmeier and I began The Convos – a conversation on Facebook (about the worst place to have a conversation) based on our belief that
I went to bed last night feeling yucky. I know that’s not a real feeling, but it best describes the mix of emotions that were bubbling up inside of me.
My Mother’s Day plans for this year were no different than they have been in the past two years. I planned to stay home, not get out of my pajamas,
I don’t know about you, but I complained a lot this past week. I complained about: * my “check engine light” coming on again in my completely paid for Jeep
I took a fast from Facebook because I was getting bogged down in emails, appointments, blogs to be written, etc., etc. In other words, I was getting crushed under the
“Count back from one hundred,” the anesthesiologist prompted me with the standard cue that ushers surgery patients into a safe oblivion. In those split seconds before everything went blank I remember
The smell of roasted turkey filled the house. The island in the kitchen was covered with all of the traditional Thanksgiving dishes — a mound of mashed potatoes with a