At the end of 6th grade, I tried out for cheerleader. I DO NOT know what I was thinking. Tryouts came quickly on the heels of the 6th-grade play. It was the first time I had been on stage in front of lots of people since the school talent show in 3rd grade. I sang
Leveraging Our Uniqueness
Here is a question for you. How do you catch a unique rabbit? Give up? You-nique up on him. HA! That is my favorite joke of all time. It comes back to me on a regular basis. I have always enjoyed the wordplay with unique and you sneak. The thing, though, that has been more
Waiting on One Day
I was never much of a video game player. In an arcade, I could typically be found at a Skee Ball machine piling up tickets to buy junk at the prize counter. On occasion, I would wander through all of the noise and lights to peak at the games others were playing. The games like
The Nudge to Connect
NOTHING… and I mean NOTHING fills me with more energy than hanging out with a friend. I can be practically lifeless before and walk away from friend time with a substance-free high. Until fourth grade, I was a total loner. I got along with everyone; I just spent more time alone. Solitary time with my
What Remains the Same
Mother told me that I was a willful child. I was born marching to my own drummer and singing my own unique song. I never realized that for myself until my second brother was a toddler. All of a sudden he was in my business. In those days my older/twin brother and I were a