When a child struggles, it has to be your fault. It’s probably because you bought regular sweet potatoes and not the organic ones. Or you yelled at them that time when you should not have, or didn’t give them a dog when they needed the unconditional love of a pet.
Maybe your child suffers from depression which comes from your side of the family, used medication you had in the cabinet and became addicted, or used it to attempt suicide. If one of your children was more challenging, maybe you weren’t able to give the siblings as much attention because … Read more...
Once upon a time, there was a princess named Anne Moss. Now she wasn’t a real princess just one in her mind. She surmised that the delicate Southern sensibilities with which she was raised, elevated her to this status. Besides that, her daddy always told her she was.
This princess was devastated when the resort at which she had been staying to attend the NSA (National Speakers Association) Conference in Colorado, didn’t have a room the last night for the grand ball.
After calling every day for two months prior, others not recognizing her royal status, placed Marriot award point … Read more...
I woke up last night freaked out. How am I going to do live readings of my book? I am not a worry wart but I was possessed with this at 3am. A few tears is fine, but I can’t have a crying meltdown which is what happened multiple times yesterday when I gave it a go.
You would think since I do so many speaking engagements that reading from this book would be easier. For whatever reason, it’s not which surprised me.
A blubber fest is not what I want to put on display. So I’m thinking I go … Read more...
I’ve been mad all day. You know the kind of day I’m talking about.
No one answers your calls or replies to your emails. People that said they would follow up or send you something, forget despite reminders. Leads that you thought would come through don’t. And you get all the crummy news at once. Have I had worse days? Most definitely. But the frustration has me so tied up in knots, I can’t write anything but how mad I am.
It looks like at some point, I put my headshots on Pinterest. The idea was to share it with the event planners who hire me for speaking gigs when they need headshots but I ended up using google photos. I forgot about the pinterest folder.
So I noticed recently that one of my pins had a lot of views and a few re-pins. I’m not that active on the platform but I got excited because I thought it meant I was in some speaker folders.
Not the case.
On further investigation, I see that I’m in folders about hair. Women … Read more...
As I’ve been going over the edits of my book, writing the back page blurb, getting the quotes, working on the subtitle, I’m now getting those doubts that I had when I wrote my newspaper article. What if it just dies when it’s published like an old azalea bloom in the summer heat?
That same feeling of panic is creeping up on me. And that dread, what if no one reads it? What if I put this out there and it’s like I have to bury his memory like I had to bury him?
Interpersonal people skills such as communication and listening, leadership, problem solving, teamwork, and empathy among others are what are referred to as soft skills.
In our score-obsessed, overly standardized-tested educational system, soft skills have been squeezed out by “core subjects” and degraded like they are fluffy little extras like a bows on a package. In home economics, I learned to sew on a button, budget for food for a week, write a check, buy a car, and rent a place to live. In shop I learned to work with a team, how to plan ahead and outline the steps to … Read more...