The Words We Choose Make A Difference

The Words We Choose Make A Difference

Clarity counts I’ve been reminded of the idea of clarity many times over the past few days. I learned to pick my words carefully when I was teaching. Before that time, I was not so careful to only write or say what I meant. I spent most of my teaching career working...
My Nine-Year-Old Self Still Cries Sometimes

My Nine-Year-Old Self Still Cries Sometimes

But now it’s easier to feel better Life was hard when I was a kid. It’s not so hard now, and for that I am grateful. These days I have the time to look back and think about the troubles I went through as a kid. Nobody bothers me about them, and in writing about those...
Reading Saved My Life

Reading Saved My Life

Not only because I can understand the medication instructions I’ve loved to read for as long as I can remember. From the time when my bookcase was filled with Little Golden books to today when I can find the best writing in the world here on Medium. I grew up in a...
Confessions Of A Criticize-aholic

Confessions Of A Criticize-aholic

Recovering from the need to criticize other people’s writing If such an organization actually existed, I would have been a card-carrying member of Criticize-aholics Anonymous (C.A.), except for two small details. It’s anonymous so there would be no point in carrying a...

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