Possum Wars

<Humor Alert> Amid the chaos of working in the L&D discipline, funny things happen. Many have absolutely nothing to do with my job, but have everything to do with learning about living…and in this case…learning to let live. Another true story about a brush with nature and really sharp teeth follows. </Humor Alert> (more…)

Momentum: A Fat Man’s Dilemma

<Humor Alert> Learning moments come in all shapes and sizes [no pun intended] and they come despite good intentions. When circumstance overcomes confidence is often times when the greatest learning moments are experienced. This is a true story of one such moment. </Humor Alert> (more…)

Road Trip to Beckley

<Humor Alert> Once again the craving to examine learning has taken a turn toward the humorous. This is another true story about the truth that can only be taught from the hearts of family when a dash of duress gets mixed into what turned out to be a learning moment. </Humor Alert> (more…)

The Hardest Four Years

<God Alert:>This piece is not my usual rant about some aspect of corporate learning. It still is about learning, but is tagged for the Learning About Living side of the Living in Learning blog. Some might ask, “Why combine something like this in a corporate learning blog?” I in turn would ask, “How can God not be a part of every facet of our lives, both personal and corporate?” I promise I am not going to preach, though a southern accent would be befitting of a bible thumping preacher. I…

Draw of the Flame

When we get to a certain age – and when that age may be is at best uncertain – we look back at the source of all the scars we carry from mistakes we made from making bad choices along the road of life.  From years as invincible teenagers to adults bearing down on the end game at an accelerating pace, we see so many of those scars forewarned by parents and unofficial mentors. Did we listen? Having the scars proves that warnings meant little, no matter how well intended.…

The Power of Choice

The first step out onto the steel cable came with almost no hesitation. The safety harness ensured that I would only plunge about three-feet of the fifty or so I hung above terra firma. The exposed rocks that appeared below me made me feel even heavier than my 245 pounds, doubting the limits the safety harness would support, so I resolved to never take another glance. I probably would not have time to gaze down anyway as the journey started to look like an endless shuffle from tree to tree,…