I’m concerned about how dispirited my professional colleagues have become, how much everyone's heads are down, and how focused we are on news about how much or how little funding has fallen under the budget axe. I’m discouraged that a major conversation we're not having is the one among ourselves...
A heartwarming scene: As friends and family dab their eyes, a 19-year-old young man, in Special Ed since middle school for both “behavioral” and “cognitive” learning disabilities, hears his name
Shaun, when do I pull the plug on my immature, s***-for-brains, possibly dangerous ex, who – here we go again – is not paying child support, and barely trying to
I hadn’t heard that one, that way of phrasing things, in awhile. Such an understated, gentle way of putting it. It was said by a very lively 93-year-old guy, from
Contrary to some schools of thought, successful “people management” is not a science (if anything it’s more of an art.) But it’s essentially a skill that can be learned. Some managers
I sympathize with that supervisor, but it’s the 21st century and people bring all kinds of personal baggage to work these days. But being from the old school can actually
I’ve taken another stab at an audio about what happens when a parent talks to me about their situation. For a variety of reasons I prefer to call what we do
It’s more common than you might think that encounters between exes in public can generate a ton of anxiety and trepidation. I’ve been asked about this scenario many times: