A couple weeks back, a cockroach made its way past the invisible chemical barrier around the outside of our house, and into the hallway. When our youngest daughter Cozette (7) flipped on the light switch to identify the discoloration on the rug, all hell broke loose. I don’t like roaches, despite growing up around them. They called them water bugs, or palmetto bugs down in Florida. Whatever – they were big, ominous and could fly. The ones up here in…
I wasn’t happy when they took God out of our schools, but somehow we let that pass. We cannot, however, afford to let the unnatural act of homosexual marriage take root here.
I need a mentor. I need to find someone who believes in my talent as a writer to help me get over the hump. Here’s the hump – I have a day job as an entrepreneur. I’ve been writing advertising and marketing communications for brands for over a decade and have even experienced some modest success along the way. But I feel strongly that I’ve got more to do in this world than write and execute communications strategies for brands…
I need a mentor. I need to find someone who believes in my talent as a writer to help me get over the hump.
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