I watched a web design tutorial once in which the instructor made the following comment, “It’s always nice to be congratulated, even when it’s not your birthday.” He said this with reference to a pop-up, but I believe the statement…
A year ago I discovered the benefits of journaling, in my own way. I don’t write every single day or even every week. Rather, I use my journal as a place in which I can untangle thorny questions, dreams,…
If you’ve ever needed one glaring reason to sit down and write a letter to someone, I have it for you: you’re going to be dead soon. Not your traditional reason for writing a letter (at least not for…
Yesterday I wrote to you about sharing quotes inside your greeting cards. Today I want to demonstrate quote springing. What I mean is, entering into the spirit of a quote and then writing something original based on the…
I’ve always loved a good, meaty quote. In fact, I keep a notebook specifically for the purpose of collecting quotes I like (a great habit to have if you follow the advice below). Quotes are like sunbeams, lighting up…
I was reading a blog once and came across a post the author wrote about the effect reading reading good books (particularly fiction) has on our brains as opposed to watching TV. In one of his replies to a…
The charm of e-communication is its effortlessness. A few clacks on the keyboard or taps on a screen, hit the send button, and you’re done and free to continue binging the TiVo. But that is just what makes email,…
One day I was attending to a transaction in the Venmo app the an ad for the Venmo debit card popped up on the screen. According to Venmo, the reason I need this debit card is so I can…
The following is a list of odd reasons the card sending habit is good for you. Some may sound silly, others downright obvious, but did I mention the list was odd? Corresponding by mail plumps the patience gland. …
Bam. Bam. Bambambam. That was the startlingly loud racket that descended on my ears one morning after breakfast was cleared away. I recognized who the culprit was a second later, though. It was a woodpecker drumming on our…
