The Little Words Mean the Most

It's an idea, anyway

I'm beginning to wonder if the world cookie doesn't basically break in half. There's the half that says, "You're on your own. Don't bother me. We'd be better off without you." And the half that says, "I'll help." The Psychopaths vs. the Sympaths.

Greeting my Blackbaud Pacific webinar audience in Sydney

Welcome, tomorrow.

The caveman speaks, tending his immodest fire

 

Nothing says you have a nervous system like

picking up a piece of almost-red-hot metal that

still looks cold. Even if a metal age is millennia away, it is

he knows

His Best Fire Yet and it hurts like a

 

"It is, I fear, a little bit de Sade out here,"

he fore-literarily laments. "You're whipped by switches."

Because forms have souls, I tell you.

And forms don't always care to change. But

they cannot

fly the fire

so

tonight they fight back one last time

How I lost my bottle opener in the snow by Tom Ahern

In 2 months I'll be eleven. I like fifth grade.

I entered a time machine under my bed.

About to take a picture?!?!

Where am I going to put the viewer.

Why it's so easy to miss Tucson

Pretty good burn-to-poem ratio today

Direct mail writing today: My way of working

4-page bequest appeal letter, hoping to be a national model. Every few minutes, I SELECT ALL, then FIND AND REPLACE black 'you's' with red 'you's.' THEN look at the letter in PREVIEW mode, so I can get some distance and see it more as others will. Red "you's" POP. Rewrite any passage with too few 'you's.' Sprinkle more donor love on it. And repeat. A new iteration every 3-5 minutes. For hours.