The Hustle
Every Friday morning on the way to school, the radio station my mom listened to played Disco music. Rubberband Man, Disco Lady, I Got You Babe, but nothing sounded more dreamy and Disco than The Hustle by Van McCoy. Maybe…
Every Friday morning on the way to school, the radio station my mom listened to played Disco music. Rubberband Man, Disco Lady, I Got You Babe, but nothing sounded more dreamy and Disco than The Hustle by Van McCoy. Maybe…
Since I started working from home, Tuesday has been my nemesis. We didn’t get along. He was the lame sidekick to Monday, except Monday actually brought motivation in its overwhelming presence. Tuesday. . .well, Tuesday just sucked. And for a…
I have not gotten so swept up in a book like this in YEARS. I finished it last Sunday and refused to get out of bed before I read every word, which is rare for me because I count any…
I dropped the ball on a project last weekend. It was a tiny thing, unnoticeable by just about everyone except for two people — the person who asked me to do it and me. I knew it was there. All…
When I worked for Campbell University, I pitched an idea to start a podcast to tell the stories of people who worked there. Not just the president or the star of the baseball team. Not just the guy who had…
I picked up Michael Knight’s At Briarwood School for Girls on a whim the last time I went to the library. My library holds back a copy or two of the latest, greatest and most popular books and media on…
What I Know Wednesday is a bi-weekly round-up of thoughts, ideas and recommendations from the desk of Leah Jarvis. The best advice for writing is to write what you know. This is what I know. . . Blindsided on Some…
I’m prone to overthinking. I always have been. Sometimes it’s a useful skill; other times it proves to be too much. And sometimes it helps me make sense of who I am in ways I never expect. Earlier this week,…
What I Know Wednesday is a bi-weekly round-up of thoughts, ideas and recommendations from the desk of Leah Jarvis. The best advice for writing is to write what you know. This is what I know. . . A Day Late…