“Jesus Dude!” The guy in red sidestepped to the left. But The Crusader hadn’t lunged at him; he fell to the right, into the industrial-strength foliage growing on the curb. His makeshift cross suffered no damage. I should have borrowed…
Where was the wholesale leadership bargain-bin? I must’ve missed that sale. Online groups churn out motivational fluff, polished “gotcha” moments, sanitized wisdom for leaders. But where are the minions? Maybe I haven’t stumbled across the underground posts for the people…
Have you ever contemplated suicide? Not planned it, not obsessed over it, but contemplated it? Do you often label yourself as “lost,” or “broken?” How “lonely” are you? Sunday mornings, do they become dreaded signposts, informing you that anxiety will…
Have you ever felt like throwing a chair across the room? In that moment when anger becomes more than data, more than a signal, what do you do? Have you ever visualized that movie-moment? Your palms are sweating. Across the…
Some finally reach the Guru at the top of the mountain. Drained, almost dying, only to hear, “Sorry, Guru Services are closed due to heavy snowfall. Or, merch is now available in all T-shirt sizes. Buy some. The Guru now…
What do you see when you look at the photograph? Chances are, you thought, “Wow, such a beautiful young woman. Some people just get it all.” And then you hear she passed away at the age of 21, after an…
“Healthy Conflict” is a Lie Leaders Tell to Avoid the Knife “Healthy conflict.” That corporate sermon. Utter garbage. Conflict isn’t healthy. It’s corrosive. It poisons trust, pits egos against each other, and leaves teams bleeding in silence. What’s healthy? Confrontation.…
His temples were a mass of bulging veins, merging with the deep furrows of his perennial frown. Corporal Rockjaw couldn’t break us. Platoon 4 prevailed. I was a conscript, choosing service over jail for non-compliance. Rockjaw was so tough, you…
Ferd’s Core Human Fracture of Ego vs Healing. Ferd’s steely blue eyes pierced the Teams filters with venom. He had been accused of not wanting a project to succeed, of merely earning his salary while sitting all day. I could…
“Eighteen.” Vincent Furnier, aka Alice Cooper, was 23 when that song hit big in late 1970. It captures that messy threshold: no longer a kid, not yet a grown-up. The singer drifts between worlds, unsure who he is, unsure where…