The overly-long title for this post comes from two posts that I read recently. They both relate to the degrees to which we edit ourselves in the social media world, and they got me thinking about how I do or don’t edit myself. Justin Kownacki wrote about how, afraid to offend anyone, we censor ourselves, [...]
Yesterday, Tyson Goodridge reached out to me. He’d double-booked himself and asked if I could cover for him at the Boston University PRSSA’s social media contest. It turns out Tyson asked several people, so both Jeff Cutler and I showed up in his place. No worries, BU PPRSA Vice President Eric Leist had another chair [...]
26 years ago today, my mother died. Emma Mae Waters was getting out of work at the New Hampshire state mental hospital, where she was a nurse. While on her way to her car, she was abducted by Robert Bruneau, her estranged and abusive husband — my stepfather. Long story short, she didn’t get out [...]
Recently, I had two interactions with two different homeless people, with two very different results. For the sake of demonstration, let’s start with the more recent event first. This afternoon, I’m standing by the Boylston T stop in Boston Common, waiting for a friend to meet me for lunch. While waiting, I start reading one [...]
