All Blog Posts by Date
Below is a list of all my blog posts. I hope you enjoy them.
When you wish an actor good luck before he goes into an audition or out on stage to perform, you tell him to Break a Leg. Sounds like an odd way to wish someone luck, doesn’t it? As actors themselves will tell you, we are a suspicious lot.
Most of you reading this are entrepreneurs. When you run your own business, it’s very easy to put yourself last on your priority list. There’s just so much to do! You don’t have time for [insert activity here]!
They’re the same. Usually, when I do one of these this v. that things, the two words are not the same. In this case, they are interchangeable. Sort of. (You knew it couldn’t be that easy, right?)
I just watched Singin’ in the Rain, for maybe the 100th time. I don’t have a favorite book or song or role or anything like that. There are just too many things that are too wonderful. But I do have a favorite movie and that’s it. It’s one of those old movie musicals that belong to a different era. An era that didn’t take itself so seriously. There’s a leading man and his comical best friend, and a sweet-young-thing leading lady.
Most of us have more control over our own lives than we sometimes want. I mean, don’t you sometimes feel like saying, “Here, you make these decisions for me. I’ve got enough on my plate”?
This is one of those books we’ve all heard of, but haven’t read. For the record, Baroness Orczy – and yes, she really was a baroness – wrote the book because of the success of the story as a stage play. It’s an exciting and iconic story, very well told. It is set in 1792 during the French Revolution.
The paper today carried a front page story about a local cyclist who was killed by a car. Two cars, actually. I’ll get to that. It’s such a tragedy. He had just recently graduated college, his friends say he wanted to make the world a better place. The first car that hit him, kept going. Then a second car hit him.
My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry was written by the author of A Man Called Ove, which was a best-seller a few years ago. Fredrik Backman’s newer book has a much catchier title, but the consensus among reviewers is that this is the only thing about it that’s better. While the book has some really good parts, that was also the consensus of several friends and myself.
Everything we feel or do is a syndrome now. Have you noticed that? It seems like every personalty trait can be described as a disorder. Morbid jealousy disorder, paranoid personality disorder.