He had not so much brain as earwax. I once had to talk to a student about a word he’d used while teasing a coworker. They were having fun in class, but the word defined a category of people and was being used as an insult. My student was a kind soul and meant no harm,
“Collee’s Aunt Jenny was a WAAC. She had a face like a spade, but she married a good-looking man.” Grandpa began this story the same way, each of the hundred times he told it. My father would grunt, “Dad, we’ve heard this before,” and begin flipping through channels with the volume down. Harvard Health Publications
“I have been poor; I am not poor any more. I am a middle-class person who lives in Centerville, Ohio. I am a working mom; I own my own home; I have two Master’s degrees and my son just graduated high school. I own two cars and have a well-paying job at MetLife.” Stacy
Sunday night 6/19/2016 (that’s tomorrow) at 8pm CST until approximately 8:15 Author Jennifer Owens and I will be sharing an Aha! Moment on Facebook Live. Good things stay nice with a little care and protection. You are a one-issue model, so it’s perfectly acceptable and even recommended that you take care of YOU. We’ll be talking about happiness and responding to pressure.
All year, Mars has been steadily moving eastward across the sky. Now, it’s flaring up, 10 times brighter than usual. Soon, it will stop, back up, stop again, and return to its eastbound course, performing a sort of Marzy Mambo. Just when you think you understand a thing, it loses its mind. As humans,
We block our own needs with our quirky little behaviors. When we feel lonely or out of place, we put out body language that keeps us that way, staring at our phones or tugging at our clothes or chipping at that spot on the table—things that keep our eyes down and an “occupied” sign on
In second grade, I learned to spell “Miscellaneous” and suddenly noticed everyone around me using that word. Something similar has happened since I joined Toastmasters and started reading a book called The Definitive Book of Body Language. Suddenly I began noticing the gaucheries and the “oh gosh that’s me”s when I watched slouching, giggly or chin-raising
I noticed myself standing still, and it felt good. All afternoon, people wandered through The Compassion Experience. They moved thoughtfully through tin-roofed homes and tiny schoolrooms, listening to the stories of Compassion graduates who had shared their childhood trinkets, traumas and triumphs to help us Westerners understand that poverty exceeds what we’ve seen. Some of