When my son was making a ridiculously long list of guests he wanted to have come to his birthday party, I said to him, “Remember for every guest that brings you a gift, you will need to write a thank you note.” I think I also caught an eye-roll in there, as well, but I was serious. He paused long enough to weigh the work of writing notes against the excitement of getting gifts.
I embarked on my journey, About A Blog. The first thing that came to mind is to run to my handy Webster’s Dictionary for the definition – well, why not? It’s all about the research. Minor detail, the word blog certainly is not in my version of the dictionary. Next best resource, THE GOOGLE.
When I was a little kid – around 5 or so – I drew a picture. I had drawn many pictures and this one was really no different. It had begun as all the others had: A free, open expression of pure feeling. I enjoyed drawing because of the feeling I had when I drew. It was the act of drawing that was satisfying.
It was sometime around 1998 and I was sitting in the HR office waiting to find out my fate. My job and, for all intents and purposes, my career in television were at stake. The reason all this was happening was because one (or more) of my employees had lodged a complaint, stating that I had consistently demeaned the writers and producers in my department, particularly with my unduly harsh and, at times, abusive, critique of their scripts.
It’s no secret to all my friends and family that Christmas is my favorite time of the year. I cannot wait until the week leading up to Thanksgiving, as that is when I pull out all the Christmas decorations and transform my house into a winter wonderland.
I’m not one to get overly emotional about what most celebrities have to say, but Oprah’s acceptance speech at the Golden Globes really did move me. And regardless of your position on the #metoo movement, it’s hard not to admit that her connection with the audience was powerful.
When my son was making a ridiculously long list of guests he wanted to have come to his birthday party, I said to him, “Remember for every guest that brings you a gift, you will need to write a thank you note.” I think I also caught an eye-roll in there, as well, but I was serious. He paused long enough to weigh the work of writing notes against the excitement of getting gifts.
I embarked on my journey, About A Blog. The first thing that came to mind is to run to my handy Webster’s Dictionary for the definition – well, why not? It’s all about the research. Minor detail, the word blog certainly is not in my version of the dictionary. Next best resource, THE GOOGLE.
When I was a little kid – around 5 or so – I drew a picture. I had drawn many pictures and this one was really no different. It had begun as all the others had: A free, open expression of pure feeling. I enjoyed drawing because of the feeling I had when I drew. It was the act of drawing that was satisfying.
It was sometime around 1998 and I was sitting in the HR office waiting to find out my fate. My job and, for all intents and purposes, my career in television were at stake. The reason all this was happening was because one (or more) of my employees had lodged a complaint, stating that I had consistently demeaned the writers and producers in my department, particularly with my unduly harsh and, at times, abusive, critique of their scripts.
It’s no secret to all my friends and family that Christmas is my favorite time of the year. I cannot wait until the week leading up to Thanksgiving, as that is when I pull out all the Christmas decorations and transform my house into a winter wonderland.
I’m not one to get overly emotional about what most celebrities have to say, but Oprah’s acceptance speech at the Golden Globes really did move me. And regardless of your position on the #metoo movement, it’s hard not to admit that her connection with the audience was powerful.
