If you’ve read my autobiography––D is for Dysfunctional…and Doo Wop!––you’ll know that I am a retired professor of organizational behavior. As I used to tell my students at Purdue University, “I’m very organized, but my behavior leaves a lot to be desired.”
I claim that my dysfunctional adult behavior was the result of early childhood value programming––those implicit lessons beaten into children’s psyches by parents, teachers, relatives, and the society in which they live. Those lessons effectively squelched my voice…..
Yesterday, I met an incredible woman who could have been me––if I hadn’t been raised by a dysfunctional mother.
I had a date for lunch with a couple of writer friends, one of whom brought her cousin who was visiting from the West Coast. She was a lady just a few years younger than I, but she had lived a full and rich life, the life I had wanted for myself but was too timid to try. This woman–let’s…..
I haven’t had the time (or the talent) to add to the original posting of this website. But I made a New Year’s Resolution––three months ago––to post an essay or short, short story on this blog once a week. Wait! That means I have to write 52 essays or short stories in a year! Well, let’s say I’ll try.
Like most of us who write, I watch people and situations for story ideas. Most of the time, I don’t have…..
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