Until It Becomes Second Nature
The old joke asks the question, “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?” The answer is, “Practice, practice, practice.” Of course, that answer isn’t what most of us want to…
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When There’s Nothing Left to Say
I’ve scratched out the opening sentence of this blog a thousand times. Maybe two thousand times. For a guy who makes a living with words, I can’t seem to find…
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Silence is Hard
I make my living with words. I love words. I pay attention to words and how they work. I get frustrated when people use “anxious” when they mean “eager.” (Anxious…
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Forgiving Too Fast
When I was in high school, I had my wisdom teeth taken out. I was entering into that rite of passage every teenager fears – I was getting braces. According…
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