Tag Relationships

Desperation

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

I was asked to think about a time I chose not to conform and the price I paid for it. Well I can tell you, I could fill a book with examples and prices. Hell, I could show you a…

Leaving

We have new neighbors. They seem nice enough, a couple with two teenaged boys. I met the boys and they were very polite. But that is not what I am writing about. Truth be told, our former neighbors, divorced, precipitating…

George And The Postman

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Uncle George pulled his black Dodge sedan into the garage, just like he did every other night. He closed the garage door and unlocked the side door to the house. Beauty was waiting patiently for him to arrive home, in…

Island Memories

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It was before most cars had air-conditioning; so even on the hottest days we drove with the windows rolled down. Always in that black ’63 Impala, or later on, the blue one. And finally the Nova. My grandparents were working…

Stupid Career Advice

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Or, how to tell if someone is completely full of shit. “Never say it’s not my job.” Great advice if you want to get pimped and punked for the rest of your life. “You make your own luck.” Anyone that…

Yes, You Can Be Friends

Don’t Be A Soulless Weasel. Someone I follow on LinkedIn, a “career expert” with a lot of followers threw this out. I never found myself disagreeing with her before. But this time she lost me. She was adamant: “Managers cannot…

Illumination

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Sam stood on the apron of the stage, looking at the mannequin. It was wearing a red dress and he liked what he saw. It had been a long night with many trips up to the rafters above the auditorium…

Gretchen

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Damn. John stared in disbelief. It had to be her, frigging Conway.  It seemed this hard as nails, uptight, cutthroat litigator could rock a whole different persona. He laughed at himself. Despite how much he liked his fiancé, Claire, he…

Trish

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Trish leaned back in her chair and stretched her long legs out over the ottoman. It was a move designed to focus his attention; but to be honest, his attention didn’t need much more focusing. They’d been sitting here in…

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