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My guy has a penchant for naming things. His plants all had names when we met. Only Droopy remains from that era, but we have since added Lily, Vera, Billie Jean, Chief, Patrick, Squidward, Sir David Lenny, and L’il Lenny. And he began, and now we continue, naming the years of our lives together. Sometimes in advance, sometimes in retrospect.
It was New Year’s Day 2014, at 11:15 a.m., …
Carbituaries is a new Medium publication devoted to a genre that existed but I named 15 years ago: Literary tributes of all stripes to beloved vehicles that have bit the dust. Obituaries for cars. Carbituaries.
Eventually, we will pay something (beyond whatever you might make if you’re part of the Medium Partner Program) for the best, the weirdest, the favorites and we’ll put them into a book.
October 2005. A guy I was dating off and on emailed me the following:
1997 Acura Integra
My car passed away in Franksville, WI, on Wednesday at age 8 of a progressive crankshaft…
When it comes to my private LibraryThing account, I’m a tough grader. I only give 5 stars to books I catalog there that delivered outstanding content, that I loved, and that also changed my mind or my life in a noteworthy way. As I was adding in my latest read there this week, I saw how many of these champion titles I had recently written about on Medium. The long tail of their impact surprised and delighted me. Here are ten of the thirteen, roughly in the order I read them.
By Winifred Gallagher, 1993
This story is about my first car, a 1979 Chevy Monte Carlo. It arrived in my possession lime green, with a forest green quarter vinyl top and a rust bucket. My father paid $600 for it after I found it in the Sun-Times classifieds. A dude in the Marquette Park area had it, and because his name was different than what was on the title, I believe he either bought it from an auction or even a pound.
I was only looking for a few things in my first car: two doors, eight-cylinder engine, and something I could “hook up”…
“We have different internets.”
She did it again and so did I. Then I used my latest and greatest move to not get into it and shut it down. Held up my talk-to-the-hand, palm sassily flared backwards, and said the best I could muster with a harrumph and an eye roll: We have different internets. It slipped right through my lips into uttered existence. I had used it once before in the early days of the pandemic.
I’ve practiced meditation for 35 years, have studied communication and conflict resolution in depth, and it’s a sucker punch every time. …
“What kills me is that probably everyone working at our local Walmart has multiple skills that could earn them more per hour than working there. And they keep developing more valuable skills (auto repair, carpentry, sewing, canning, etc.) over time to help them afford working at Walmart!”— my sister who lives in southern Indiana
When I started my first publishing company, I learned the trade from the pub-forum list, an active email group of 800 people in the world of independent book publishing. (It was the mid-90s, so we had the benefit of this amazing new concept.) One of the…
A central theme to coaching and mediation is self-determination. That’s a little-considered word for a pretty heady concept, and one that deserves greater air time and more immediate recognition. (Some mistakenly see “determination” and think it’s about mustering up motivation and will power.)
Self-determination is the action, quality, process of self-directing or deciding your life — choosing your path based on your own interests, needs, preferences, personal characteristics, and goals.
When we understand self-determination as a fundamental good and grant this to others in our dealings with them we are less likely to find that our meddling, advice, and proposed…
It was my ’94 Saturn, two-door sports coup,
We drove straight to Burning Man, out from South Loop.
No ordinary road trip by conventional means,
A camouflaged-desert-vehicle, now on the scene.
The year was ’08 and I had time on my side,
To transform my car, and oh how we tried.
Pen to paper, and stencils for design,
An unhinged idea, we had crossed the line.
In a North-Side garage, where a mate kept an art car,
I tried to one-up him and raise the bar.
Sanded and spray painted, a case to be exact,
Cargo hold, periscopes, nightlights, Attack!
Flaming interior to stay within theme,
Sharon Woodhouse is a coach, multipreneur, small business consultant, and book publisher, interested in ideas, cities, big questions, more. TW @ConspireCreativ