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My First Novel: About Chapter 5
Many times in quiet moments, a name from my past enters my mind, and I think, “Whatever happened to ____? In Chapter Five, Brooke lives one of those moments. Remember, this is a shared experience. Your comments and suggestions at the end of each chapter will help us pick the best route …
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Fast Pay Makes Fast Friends
Do you pay your bills on time as they arrive, before they’re even due, or do you wait until the last minute, maybe longer? How about the people who pay you, your clients or employer? Does that money arrive on time, or do you often need to wait – even needing to chase down your pay check? As a small business owner, I lived every emotion. To understand what fast payment can do for a relationship, on both sides, follow me on my Saturday morning routine in the mid 1980’s.
Making Confession Painful
Most faith traditions use confession as a way to acknowledge shortcomings and seek forgiveness. That’s good, but lately I’ve wondered if this group confession, with its community language, isn’t getting in the way of my personal transformation. In short, does the first person plural or “we” language serve as a tweed coat in hiding the problem from my personal, singular, responsibility …
Talk is Cheap. It Takes Money to Buy Whisky.
John Pavlish was a friend and co-worker. He was also an accomplished stone mason, building many a wall in his spare time. Building walls was John’s hobby, but building bridges was his day job. He had a disarming way of connecting people, of calming differences, and of reaching consensus when others at the table had walked away. John spoke with quaint sayings so listeners needed to pay attention for any strange gem that might appear. His sayings formed the bridge to many an agreement. I understood most, but I needed help with one of them …
Life’s Wisdom Packed In A Takeout Lunch
Price’s Chicken Coop already had 17 years of success in Charlotte when I arrived in 1979. It was stuck in the middle of a row of similar old buildings way before the arrival of the looming apartment buildings, trendy shops, or the LYNX Blue Line. The menu was taped in the window. I had been warned to study it before entering so I could be ready to order without hesitation and pay the exact amount in cash, never plastic. The recommendation I had received that day, almost 40 years ago, was 100% correct. It’s still the best chicken in Charlotte …