Tired – But Not Done

I’m tired of leaders who confuse outrage for strength.I’m tired of politics as performance art.I’m tired of applause lines that fix nothing.I’m tired of slogans that substitute for substance. I’m tired of everything being “unprecedented.”I’m tired of “breaking news” that only breaks our trust.I’m tired of people more loyal to tribes than to truth.I’m tired... Continue Reading →

The Art of Giving Feedback Without Defensiveness

Even accurate, thoughtful feedback can fall flat if it sounds defensive or self-protective. The tone of your message often matters more than the content. When you stay grounded, open, and curious, people actually hear you instead of reacting to your tone. In counseling, supervision, or leadership, mastering the art of non-defensive feedback is a small... Continue Reading →

Snowed in Rants and Observations

Snow has been on the ground and our constant companion for going on a couple of weeks now and they say more may be on the way.  Last week we were snowed in at our house for about 3 days before we could get one of our vehicles dug out and cleared enough to venture... Continue Reading →

The Turning Page

Here's a poem about resolutions, contrasting their utility and futility: The turning page, a brand new year, A time for change, both of hope and fear. Resolutions born, ambitions grand, A fresh start etched in shifting sand. To break the chains, to mend the past, A brighter future, built to last. To conquer vices, tame... Continue Reading →

AI Poem of the Week: Drama Mamas

AI Prompt: Write a poem about the drama mamas of Facebook Version 1 In the digital realm where stories unfold, The Drama Mamas, bold and uncontrolled. With fingers poised, they type away, Their tales of woe, their daily fray. In Facebook's land, they reign supreme, Their posts a never-ending stream. From PTA to neighborhood spats,... Continue Reading →

AI Poem of the Week: The Stolen Hour

AI Prompt: Write a poem about the sadness of time changing in the fall with daylight savings time The Stolen Hour An hour slips between my hands— Dark comes knocking, uninvited, While my body still demands The sun that's been delighted To keep me company till now, Till this arbitrary theft Of light we somehow... Continue Reading →

AI Poem of the Week: Hyperlinked

AI Prompt: poem about man who gets trapped in hyperlinks that are embedded in web pages Hyperlinked He clicked the link, just like the other times,A simple search, an idle climb.But as the page began to load,The world around him cracked and bowed. The screen blinked bright, then pulled him in—A tangle of code, where... Continue Reading →

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