When I was a kid, it seemed like my brother always had holes in his socks, and they were always dirty. My mother couldn’t keep him in clean socks. He was always outside playing in the dirt, or sliding into the bases when he played baseball. …

When is it Time to Write Your Story? Someone recently asked me when was it time to write a book. She’d been writing her blog for business and felt the next step would be to share her story of growth — how she became a successful business leader. …

When I was in eighth grade I was bullied by a mean girl. It wasn’t called bullying back then. She was just mean. Jealous and spiteful. I was the pretty one and she was the curvy one. And the boys liked her. More than they had a right to. We…

Thought leaders think a lot, right? They make big decisions that affect lots of people, and they pay attention to the world at large and how it affects their business, right? We think they are more clear in their thoughts than the average person. …

My mother stuttered as a kid. I’m not sure if she was born that way or if there were any circumstances to traumatize her, causing a stutter to develop. Either way, it was devastating to her. At one point in grammar school, my mother was forced to stand in front…

My mother stuttered as a kid. I’m not sure if she was born that way or if there were any circumstances to traumatize her, causing a stutter to develop. Either way, it was devastating to her. At one point, she was forced to stand in front of the class and…

For years the gurus told us if we just got our mindset a little, or even a whole lot closer to a certain vibration, our lives would change. Instantly. So much so we wouldn’t recognize ourselves. We’d have the relationship we wanted, the perfect one of course. We’d have perfect…

A story is a promise to your reader, to your audience. Whatever it is, something must happen so the reader can be changed forever from that reading. And, your audience is drawn to the implicit promise. Expects it. Demands it. When it isn’t forthcoming, they turn away, possibly never to…

By Tina DeMarco Lately, I’ve been thinking of my high school boyfriend. My first real love….His name was Angelo, but everyone called him Butch. I called him Butchie. It was a common name in those days. I was a sophomore and he was a junior. We went to different schools…