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If you were in charge of passing out cosmic goodies, who would be more fun to bestow them on? Someone who’s forever complaining about “The Man” or his parents or how impossibly rigged the system is? Or the person who can’t believe her good fortune -- when her life, objectively speaking, isn’t even all that great?

Maybe you know people who can best be described as entitled. Do you ever crave more time with them?

Didn’t think so!

What enchants?
January 3, 2018

I’m at a broadcasting convention, listening to Darrell interview someone about alfalfa. The person holding forth couldn’t be more passionate. His enthusiasm is infectious. Bewildering, but infectious. As we leave his booth I tell him he made me care about alfalfa.

Can you imagine how much he loved hearing that? He started pulling people aside to share what I’d said. I had Darrell turn his recorder back on so I could pretend to give the guy a testimonial: “He made me care about alfalfa. Maureen Anderson, City Kid.”

I don’t know which felt better, listening to the man bask in my admiration -- or seeing the look on Darrell’s face, wide-eyed at the silly.

What do you do for fun?

What makes you swoon?
January 2, 2018

There’s a guy we used to work with occasionally and now see once a year at the most for maybe five minutes. He’s a good person to have on your side, but he keeps switching teams -- so our relationship with him has been complicated.

I find it impossible to stay mad at him, though. Not that I make it a goal! But you know how it goes. You afford more slack to people, depending. And this gentleman has a quality often ascribed to Bill Clinton. When he’s talking with you it’s as if you’re the only person in the room.

He makes eye contact, and it’s sustained. He isn’t looking over your shoulder for someone more interesting to talk with, and he isn’t checking his phone for something more interesting to do. He asks you a question, listens to your answer, and bases his next question on what you just said. It’s intoxicating.

You don’t have to send flowers or treat me to an expensive meal. But if you’re engaged? I’m putty. Promise.

Of course there’s more! Write to me and we’ll get you set up. Thanks!