Recently I ready brief biography of music composer Dorothy Fields on a fellow bloggers site. One quote from her stood out to me: When your ship doesn’t come in, go out and find it. How often does our ship actually come in? Certainly there are times we are lucky enough to have good fortune fall our way. But more often than not, we need … Read More Hey Ship!! Here’s Your Harbor!!
For the last seven years I’ve suffered at the hands of those with greater power and lesser insight. It’s not that my life has been all hell and horror, but it’s safe to say the worst moments of my existence happened during this time. So I’m thrilled to announce it’s officially over. That doesn’t mean I won’t continue to live with the consequences, nor … Read More Thank You
Last night I dashed out to the local CVS to get some candy. I admit it. A quick trip, three miles or less. As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed a car, different make but similar style and color to mine, parked in the same corner I was headed. Then I noticed something else. The license plate number was almost identical, save … Read More How or Why and Peace of Mind
A woman I worked with is being abused by her boyfriend. I can’t help her. She came into work with an injured wrist and a bruised face. She laughed off the injuries with semi-plausible instructions, but when I saw her today, she had no excuse for her two black eyes. “I’m worried about you,” I told her. “I’m okay,” she said. But she’s not … Read More Help in an Abyss
And I’m the pudding. It’s all well and good to write endless tomes on how much I’ve learned in recent years, but try putting that to the test. One of life’s pop quizzes on how I’ll respond when things get bad. I aced it. Last week the temporary job I was working on — one I’d hoped would become permanent — abruptly ended. The explanation … Read More The Proof is in the Pudding
Ah, one of my favorite quotes, most often abbreviated to “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”: “Heaven hath no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” — William Congreve, The Mourning Bride That shortened form keeps part of the original thought intact, but it overlooks another important idea: there is no one we despise more … Read More Momentum
As a senior in college, my journalism classes were peppered with visits from real-life reporters. One of them was a top crime reporter from the Minneapolis Star-Tribune, whose name I’ve long forgotten. He showed up for our 9:00 class with rumpled hair, wrinkled shirt and unshaven face, holding a cup of coffee and looking too sleepy to be nervous. We weren’t shy about asking … Read More Keep the Beasts Away