I am a married mother of two, who has been writing privately for years, and on the Internet for about four years. I started out shyly, with a blog for my creative writing, short stories and poetry. But blogging soon led me into other paths.

I wrote for a successful blog network for nearly a year, covering various topics for boomers, women, and seniors as well as personal finance and how the human brain works. It was great experience for a writer. I learned how to write for a web audience, and I gained a lot of knowledge in the areas I wrote about. I now write blogs on many of these topics on my own. In addition, I still have my original creative writing blog and another dedicated to family stories and memories of my mother, whose compassionate nature and quirky approach to life influenced me in so many ways.

I have held several interesting jobs in entirely different environments and capacities, from nursing homes and furriers to an insurance company where I spent 21 years. Through extensive experience with people in many different situations, I have come to see the human experience as dissimilar enough to be interesting and shared enough to make us interested in stories of others like us.

It's a strange journey from introvert to publishing yourself across the world wide web. Perhaps the absence of face-to-face interaction with others makes it possible to put yourself out there in words and allow others to judge them. In some ways, it is still as frightening as it was all those years ago - the fear of being rejected can still be almost immobilizing. But you soon learn that failure is sometimes a better teacher than success, and it's about growth, sharing with others and learning from them.

The "my links" section contains URLs to some of my blogs. It only allows three links, so I will change them from time to time so that eventually all of my blogs have been listed here.

My passion is ...

I am never dispassionate about anything, I am highly passionate when it comes to the eradication of injustice and the promotion of human rights and freedom.

I know too much about ...

Things that make people roll their eyes when I speak to them.

My parents always told me ...

We're going over the hill to the poorhouse.

My childhood ambition ...

To have my life set to music.

My favorite memory ...

The first time someone read and understood one of my poems

Why I write ...

Because I must? Because I am useless at practical things and prefer to spend my life in abstract conjecture? Because I am not rich and slothful, but poor and slothful? Why does anyone seek creative outlet? It is the soul trying to speak and having no voice, it uses the medium that it finds. For some it is a paintbrush, for others it may be a piece of wood , a hammer and a saw, For the writer, it is words.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I only watch reruns on TV, so I won't worry about missing the ending should I fall asleep. I listen to too many kinds of music to name, enough so that I probably have some genre of music in common with nearly everyone on earth. I read the news, I read Helium, I read blogs. I am currently reading a lurid crime novel and Bill Bryson's "A Short History of Nearly Everything". I was reading a romance novel but it got too annoying so I skipped to the end.

My first job ...

I worked in the laundry of a nursing home. It was hard, physical labor that required no brain cells whatsoever. This meant I had all of my brain cells for my own use and it was my most prolific poetry-writing period. I still refer to this as the best job that I ever had.

My best moment ...

I will let you know when it happens.... I hope the best has not already gone by me.

My inspiration ...

My husband, whom I refer to as Svengali, my children whose crises and triumphs often get chronicled on my blog, TS Eliot and ee cummings who taught me what great poetry is

Jobs & Careers > Employers Do people work more if they are paid more?

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If you've ever worked in a large company, you will know that a file clerk could be the hardest working employee in the office and a supervisor, the laziest employee. The bottom line is, how hard a person works is a function of their own personal prinicples and work ethic. The notion that you get the work you pay for is not universally true, or we would all leave our auto mechanic with a smile on our face instead of that look of incredulity and open mouthed-stare as we are handed the invoice.

The truth is that you can't buy a work ethic, you can't even see it on a resume. Resumes are m...

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