People amaze and inspire me. People annoy and frustrate me. Most of all, though, people interest me. I’m a people person in many ways – just not in the way that most think. A people person is often defined as someone who is constantly socializing, making connections, and attracting followers - the type that has uncanny charisma working the room in elegant fashion. That’s not me.
Category: Reflecting
Dirty Little Secrets
I have a secret. More than likely, you have a secret, too. What would it take to convince you to divulge that secret? Maybe fear, maybe attention, maybe guilt. For some, a postcard will do the trick.
Home is Never Too Far Away
I’ve never considered myself a homebody. I love to travel, I love to see new places, and I love to witness the unique culture of each city I visit. For some reason, though, I tend to be a homebody when I’m not at home.
Fat Dog in a Little Coat
As humans, our obsession with weight haunts us every minute of the day. Many of us weigh ourselves incessantly, critique every inch of our bodies and constantly evaluate how “fat” we are in the mirror.
Yep, I Like Hannah Montana
I admit it. I like Hannah Montana. Her songs are on my iPod, the car radio is often tuned to Disney Channel, and I know all the words to the theme of her TV show. I tried my hardest not to like her – told others that it was my daughter’s music and that as a mom, I was forced to watch her show and listen to the Disney Channel. But, I’m coming clean – I’ve taken a liking to the pop princess’ style, lyrics, and even her alter ego, Miley.
Not Just Another Number
The prompt read: “How old would you be if you didn't know your real age?” Don’t worry. I’m not going to bore you with a cliché-ish response such as “You are only as old as you feel.” That’s crap. You know why?
Reminiscing with Chocolate Pudding
In our jammies and with Grandma J. in her thin plaid pajama shirt and bottom, we would sit at the round, wooden kitchen table and listen to her talk about our grandpa. She’d tell us about how he would do anything for us grandkids and how proud he would be of both of us because we played the piano. She’d talk about his love for music and how he was a regular at the race track – a regular, not a winner.
Procrastination Kills Confidence
As a journalist, procrastination is an evil trait. Once the excitement of gathering facts, interviews, notes, and observations dwindles, procrastination often sets in. The only thing left to do? Write the damn story.
Shannon Philpott-Sanders 