Welcome to my little corner of the world!
I don’t often lay on the lawn in a white dress laughing, but this day I did because of a stiff rum and coke before the photoshoot to calm my nerves.
I’m here to inspire, empower and entertain you :)
My life has been a bumpy one, but I’m determined to use my difficult life lessons to not only become the best version of myself but to empower you as well.
I don’t want you to feel alone, as I did most of my life.
I want you to get…
That’s me putting my nose in your business! Cute eh?
It’s not like I’m bored and have nothing else to do (hell no…), but I feel compelled to help newer writers on the platform because it wasn’t that long ago that I was sweatin’ it, trying to figure this all out too.
I also made myself a promise to help others get a leg up; once I learned the ropes…so here I am.
First off, if you’ve written a few articles but need more Medium followers before Dec 31st, 2021 to meet the new requirements — writing articles about how…
Moments before my office door flew open, I heard raised voices and Grace telling someone to settle down. “I don’t want to get Ms. Porter involved, but I will if you don’t stop hollering at me!”
I knew from experience that my Monday morning coffee was about to get cold before I took another sip.
“She’s at it again, Liz! She’s managed to disrupt the whole department before the weeks even started. This time she’s got three of them in tears before 9 am!”
My office manager, Grace, leaned against my now open door. She looked worn out and frustrated…
Each time he exhaled, bits of hair shifted and parted on the back of my head, sending chills down my spine.
His hot breath confirmed the raw, sliced garlic sandwich he’d had for lunch was still stuck in his teeth.
I’d had enough.
I took another step forward and swore under my breath, hoping he’d realize what he was doing without me having to spell it out for him. But again, as he felt the space between us widen, he followed like a hungry pup.
I’m going to punch this guy if he doesn’t back off a few steps —…
Your writing is excellent Tom...you pull me right along :) I'm a bit of mixed bag of tricks when it comes to politics, I see good and bad on both sides. I wish we could vote for decency, integrity, common sense and fairness instead of mentally unstable, egotistical, politicians backed by money and hidden agendas. The world would be a better place.
My rose-coloured glasses slipped with a sharp intake of breath as I peered over the top rim to confirm my suspicions.
I reread those last few sentences on Facebook, eyes wide. “Did she just say that?” It was undeniable; I had no idea who my friend was anymore.
And this saga has a continued thread.
As friends, co-workers, school chums and even family share their take on our latest reality TV show, ‘As the World Turns…Out of Control’ I realize how little I knew about what lies beneath the surface of our relationships.
Blindsided and sometimes shocked, I waded through…
Uh oh…I screwed the pooch on this one too!
It’s the one thing on Medium you don’t want to get overly creative with. I fixed mine a while back but figured I’d better expose another of my rookie mistakes to help inform my fellow writers on the platform.
Don’t spaz (pardon my dated Canadian slang); it’s fixable, but it needs to be corrected sooner than later, so you don’t miss out on potential fans.
I’ll get to the “how-to” nitty-gritty stuff… but hang on, I’ve got to make my point first.
Dead as a doornail.
She’s pushin’ up daisies, and I’ve never been happier.
That may sound callous, but until her untimely (…well timely) demise, I was as miserable as a wet cat in a rainstorm.
She had to go — so I killed the bitch.
I dread trudging through all the details that made me do it, but I’ll make an effort because I need to clear my name…
Logically, it doesn’t make sense.
Why would you work tirelessly towards your dreams and sabotage them at the same time?
Unfortunately, I’ve come to understand that my own demons were working against me in the background. There was a bloody battle raging in my subconscious that was zapping my energy and good intentions.
Especially when it came to achieving the success I so desperately craved.
I found myself pondering questions like;
You’re right; my lack of undergarments has nothing to do with selling my home. They were just two prevalent thoughts I was mulling over while not sleeping last night.
I’ve solved the first issue with my panties, but I still can’t sell my house for mind-boggling reasons.
So here we are; I suppose I should explain things…