His suits were professional and trendy, his meetings led with short, efficient agendas, and his smile toothy and genuine. This was my first marketing boss—now the V.P. of Diversity and Inclusion for US Bank—but then, he was the manager of a two-person team, in a spacey corner cubicle of Target’s massive marketing department, who had […]
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Happy New Year! I had a happy reminder as I closed Real Eyes’ book for 2016 (pun intended). Our success is your success. We succeed because clients, like you, lean into the rewarding journey of completing their dreams–whether that be a doctoral dissertation, an autobiography, a business website or professional growth materials. Our success is your success.
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(revised entry from Dec 2011) The overwhelming things I have wanted to do in my life, the things that seemed most impossible in feasibility and practicality, when I have stepped out and just done them, have proven to be most rewarding. I wanted to dance professionally at the start of my college years. To explore
I have been thinking a lot. It started with the 24-hour drive back from our family’s Florida vacation, and has continued into the blistering cold of Minnesota’s wind-chill, snow days and tea by the fireplace. I have been thinking about what will matter most when I am old, and my children have their own children.
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Sixth grade was like tea without sugar or wet socks or a much anticipated hello directed at the person behind you. It sucked. Everything was about how you looked, it seemed. I didn’t have much going for me. I was short for my age, and skinny, no curves and my hair didn’t ringlet like the other
I was outspoken, often saying words and never thinking about them before (or after) they escaped my mouth. As Proverbs says, “I was like a [madwoman] with flaming arrows or darts” releasing hurt and shame onto others with my wit, and thoughtless jokes or judgmental criticism. The flaming arrows of my childhood, when matched with
Mrs. Longstaff was tall, with big white curls that bounced when she walked, each curl like the bushy tail of a squirrel. She was fair in color, with thin lips that pursed for most every emotion she had, save for when she was mad, then she smiled. In the off chance that someone dared cut
My life seems to have themed seasons. Does yours? Though some are clearer than others, they are always there, often marked by a key word or idea that continually comes up in various conversation, devotions and through readings. Ironically to me, it has even seemed that each season lasts just long enough for me to
Sentences are independent clauses. They begin with capital letters and end with periods. They have too; otherwise we do not know when to pause and breath. Semi-colons exist because sometimes the simple breath of a period is too long a pause between two independent clauses that go hand in hand. The semi-colon is there for
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