Stanley could trace some of his earliest concerns about being late for work or school to when he was the impressionable age of five. The events of that particular morning all those years ago...
The intern stopped in the doorway with a back turned to the audience and stood there for a moment, head hung low as if to find written on the floor the right words to...
“I’ll go.” Said the next volunteer, as they deactivated the note taking application on the smart phone. “I’ve got some handouts for everyone.” Each meeting participant received a printed PowerPoint presentation. The manager’s had...
For the next three hours, each of the interns worked feverishly and furiously in the best way they knew how in order to respond to the task at hand. The benefit of a winning...
In the middle of a government owned office building strategically placed close enough to the goings on of Washington DC to maintain a presence, yet far enough away not to be subject to its...
As my first post of the year in which I’m shooting to write more fiction, I’m offering up The Weight Of The Matter. The idea has been batting back in forth in my...
As I write this, it’s December 1, 2012. It’s my half birthday. That’s right people. Today, I turn 44 1/2. So far, the TharpSter Mom has been the only one to wish me...
In November, 2011, I published 9 posts. I had written 6 of them. The remaining 3 were written by 2 guest bloggers. One of those posts tends to get hits around here on a...
Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever tried to recall a joke and all of its details as you were telling it to a group of people? The first time you ever heard the...
Editors note: Today’s foray into verbal brilliance for an otherwise dull internet will be the last, plain Jane, no frills, middle of the road installment of Letters From The Past. The remaining three posts...