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Help, There's a Pinocchio in the Workplace!

We teach our children not to lie, when in doubt, to tell the truth.  Most, through trial and error learn this lesson and grow into adulthood with a sense of right and wrong, of truth or consequences.  But there are some that master the telling of half-truths, lies, and the practice of deceit and wear it like Jacob’s coat with a false sense of invincibility.  Sooner or later, like all lies, the fabric becomes worn and unravels, leaving nothing more than tangled threads lacking both purpose and function. I had the unfortunate experience of having to deal with an insince...more

Hold on to Your Pants, I'm Training

Author of the blog Running Without Toenails, follow me on Twitter @ktweed...more

And the Winner Is . . .

I will never have the chance to thank the Academy standing in a dress that shimmers and flows like a rare element while clutching a statue radiating perfection and peer adulation.  “Just act the part,” my mentors urge seeing my potential freshly minted in an alloy of talent and promise,only to tarnish as my accent of truth goes off script stealing the scene. I will never read the thank you speech interrupted by the orchestrawith presenters plaintively urging me to exit stage rightbecause benevolence and sincerity were never prime time materi...more

Simple Facts of Kindness

I guess I am a woman of a different kind.  How do I know that?...more

You Can Never Leave. . .

Last night I deactivated my Facebook account.  I wanted to start my one month experiment fresh, no temptation, no log-ins, no distractions.  It was simple enough.  You go into your account settings, choose the Security settings and hidden at the very bottom there is a hyperlink that says "Deactivate your account?" It doesn’t have any of the happy icons accompanying it or any of the helpful tips.  When you click on the link it tells you that you can deactivate your account and reactivate it simply by logging in with your same email and password.  Then it shows a rand...more

Playing with Idioms

For the final day of NaBloPoMo with the theme of "play" I wrote a poem using all the idioms I had planned to use for playful inspiration.  I hear you ask a simple question, Can you come out and play?What would you like me to do, I ask --Play the fool, play dead, or play for keeps?It’s not a trivial question as I’m an adept player when it comes to playing above the rim. Or perhaps you would like me to play with fire, play in traffic, or play the marketas the risk of the endeavor is what has youknocking at my door, asking for ...more

Happy Endings

When I was a kid, I would have horrific nightmares.  Not horrific in that they included blood and gore, but horrific in I was always running for my life.  I would dream that I was being pursued and I knew if I was caught or discovered it would be lethal.  I would find myself on the street of my maternal grandparents – stopping at each door knocking madly for someone to help me, to offer me safety, to do something anything. Door after door remained closed, cars were on the street, but nobody was home.  Finally, a door opens....more

Make Believe

With three days left to go on the blog every day for the month of May challenge, I have to admit I’m looking forward to the finish line and a break.  This was probably not the best month to attempt what might seem like a simple task, but it is harder than it looks....more

Where is My Imaginary Friend When I Need It?

I always wished that I had an imaginary friend.  I was an inventive child, but not like the imaginative kids that conjure up a playmate to keep them company, become their partner in crime and their confidante.  Imaginary friends are golden.  They are always available to come out and play and they selflessly will take the fall for any misdeeds or mischief that is a prerequisite to having a good time.  Even better, they know you better than you know yourself. Continued reading at ...more