The world is a noisy place. There is a lot of chatter that clutters up the peaceful silence that we should all be enjoying. I’ve noticed that a lot of this chatter is of the ‘talk about myself’ variety. I was taught it was impolite to talk about yourself. Today, the backdoor brag, humblebrag, and…
Category: work
It’s Never too Late
My dream job isn’t my real job. Don’t get me wrong, I like what I do, but it doesn’t make people stand up and cheer, or sing along. I’ve spent a lot of time in my not-my-dream job helping people to get on board. While I’ve had some success, it doesn’t come close to what…
High Schoolerish
I had a lot of fun in high school. It was a long time ago but I still remember all the shenanigans just like they happened yesterday. I was so busy having fun that the guidance counselor declared I would never be what I wanted to be, but I’m a healthy middle-aged woman in spite…
I’ll be an Unkies Moncle
My dad owned and operated a gas station-grocery store from the time he returned from the Army to the day he died. Running the business required long hours, which were often spent outdoors pumping gas and cleaning windshields in all kinds of weather, but he never complained. Instead, he had fun at work and actually,…
A League of Their Own
About two years ago I saw an ad in the local paper about a clinic where you could learn to play pickleball. It, and I mean pickleball-not the clinic, is all the rage in the area where I live so I thought I’d give it a try. At the end of the session, a few…
It’s About the Customer
Back in the day, my dad owned and operated a gas station that had a small grocery store in the back. It was the prototype for today’s Sheetz stores. My sister and I would go to work with him and hang out in the back with my grandma. While at work we learned to dust…
My Fruit of the Womb 