Circle the Wagons!

Circle the Wagons!

Do you remember those old Western TV flicks where the bad guys are wildly closing in on the pioneers in their covered wagons? Billows of gritty dust. Horses galloping at full throttle. Bullets and arrows zipping all around. Maybe, if you’re like me, you feel like this...

Your Name Matters

Your name matters. It really does. No one likes to be called “hey, you” or perhaps worse called nothing at all. I met several “hey, yous” this past week on a business trip. The airport janitor. The doorman. The porter. The hotel gardener. The hotel maid. And then I...
7 Principles of Bending, #3

7 Principles of Bending, #3

Floating moves you farther ahead than flailing. Flailing is seldom a graceful sight. Arms wildly flapping. Maybe a bit of shrieking. I’ve been there. Think person freaked by a tarantula or boa constrictor (yep, I’ve been surprised by both creatures in the wild). Or...
Dick, Jane, Spot, and Mrs. Gottula

Dick, Jane, Spot, and Mrs. Gottula

What I Learned in Kindergarten, I’m Still Learning I adored Dick, Jane, and Spot. See Spot run! Sorry, Sally, you were “just a baby,” and it’s been 50 years…or so… since I’ve read those charming primary books. In the mid-60s, I knew nothing about phonetic analysis and...
What I’ve Learned from Prostitutes

What I’ve Learned from Prostitutes

Mariel* led me along the dank back alley to her family’s home—a maze of carefully placed cardboard boxes secured with chicken wire. Really? Seriously? I stooped to almost a crawl to wedge inside the tunnel that led to a “two-story” living area. Marissa, a Filipino...

Tired Out?

I can still hear that HISS-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S from my back tire. Rats! At least I discovered the deflating tire in my garage and not along some back-road adventure. There’s always a silver lining, right? Fortunately, I have AAA and my automotive place specializes in...