Confidence and Tail Guns
Confidence and tail guns Are all he possessed. An alien land with alien air; He invaded with the confidence Of a young man fighting for ideals….
Memoir: An Exercise
L-double I-S-A. Liisa. I can’t say that the double i’s were the reason I liked her so much, but it most definitely added to her mystique. It…
Personal Demons, Fear, and Gratitude
So, things have been happening. Work – actual paying work – is starting to materialize after months (and months) of little to nothing. I have been a…
Why You Need To Be A Nice Boss
We’ve all been there. We’ve all suffered through having a tyrant for a boss. Someone who micromanages every tiny aspect of our work. Someone who rarely has…
Napping Your Way Up the Corporate Ladder
Think back to nursery school, or even kindergarten. Remember nap time? Wasn’t it the best? You always woke up with a smile and a spring in your…
My Teen Poetry as a Metaphor
So I recently found myself going through some old boxes. When I first moved overseas in 2000, everything I owned was boxed up and has lived in…
