Doctor, doctor, give me the news; I’ve got a bad case of not knowing you.

Thursday, I had an all-day training session in Wall. Yes, home of the drug store. And the best donuts on earth. I once drove 100 miles for one, so when boxes appeared in the community center for the meeting and I only had to walk a few steps to grab one, I did not complain. … Continue reading Doctor, doctor, give me the news; I’ve got a bad case of not knowing you.

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy.

I “attended” a virtual online brand storytelling conference today. My boss signed me up under her email and username. When I logged in and realized I was her—and that none of the participants were on camera—I could not let the opportunity to have a little fun pass. It all started when introductions were made. People … Continue reading I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy.

Chivalry isn’t dead, but it doesn’t need to sit out in the cold either.

Shortly after we bought our house, my parents wanted to buy us a housewarming gift and gave us a choice—a storage shed or a freezer. To us, it was a no-brainer: we chose the freezer. The refrigerator we'd inherited from Doris was one of those side-by-side units and the freezer space was shockingly small. Price … Continue reading Chivalry isn’t dead, but it doesn’t need to sit out in the cold either.

And they call Chicago the windy city…

I attended an offsite luncheon presentation this afternoon. The speaker was from Tucson, Arizona, and this was his first visit to Rapid City. The first thing he said to the audience: “What is up with the wind around here?!” Apparently, it rattled his hotel room windows all night long. So much so, that he got … Continue reading And they call Chicago the windy city…

Listen closely and you might hear ghosts whispering in the trees.

What a Tangled Web If anybody really believes I have a Batman tramp stamp, well, I have a bridge to sell you. Also: please don't hate me. But, it was April 1, and I've been candid about my love for April Fools' Day in the past. If it were up to me, I'd declare it … Continue reading Listen closely and you might hear ghosts whispering in the trees.

Bat’s All, Folks

I read a few days ago that lower back tattoos — a/k/a “tramp stamps” — are making a comeback. All I can say is, thank god. Maybe I can actually enjoy public swimming pools again. Let me backtrack. In 2007, I was freshly divorced and ready to hit the dating scene. Because I’d married my … Continue reading Bat’s All, Folks

Feel-Good Story of the Year

With so much negativity in the news these days — everything from Putin’s invasion of Ukraine to Will Smith’s bitch-slap-heard-‘round-the-world—it’s rare but refreshing to read something positive. Writing something positive is even better. I don’t often get that opportunity. I’m not saying the articles I write for CenturyCo aren’t informative or entertaining. Profiling a children’s … Continue reading Feel-Good Story of the Year

I Have a Bridge to Sell You

I was listening to a podcast a few days ago and the host made an offhand comment. “If you believe that," he said, "I have a bridge to sell you.” This immediately got me to thinking about how unfair that phrase is to the hardworking people whose job it is to actually sell bridges. I'm … Continue reading I Have a Bridge to Sell You

“Turn Left Heading Two Three Zero”

A short attention span and an inability to multitask are a dangerous combination. I learned this the hard way on Tuesday. Midway through our weekly Teams marketing meeting, J. started talking about something and I zoned out for a few minutes. To be fair, I was responding to a work-related email. It’s not like I … Continue reading “Turn Left Heading Two Three Zero”

Amy Stays and the Chicken’s Embarrassed

A couple of months ago, Tara and I had a tête-à-tête (fancy phrase for "conversation") about our DVD collection. I wanted to move our DVDs from the built-in shelving unit in the basement and she wanted to ditch them entirely. Madness. I talked her out of getting rid of our DVDs. In fact, we ended … Continue reading Amy Stays and the Chicken’s Embarrassed