Recently, I’ve been posting transcripts of the speeches I’ve been giving in a public speaking class. Today, I gave a speech I can’t post, but it meant so much that I still want to tell you about it.
The assignment was to deliver a persuasive speech that would convince a business to make a change. I pretended the class was the Executive Committee at a firm where I used to work and I tried to persuade them to fire my boss. Continue reading
We have to pay attention. Sometimes, progress is easy to miss.
Sometimes, progress is a few words, added at the end of a statement. It’s an afterthought, barely audible.
Today in class, I heard progress.
The professor asked, “Let’s say the hospital decides to hire another surgeon. What are some of the downside risks they should consider?”
My classmate, Rick answered.
“They use a proprietary surgical method. If they hire another surgeon, he won’t be trained on the new method. He won’t have all the experience that the other surgeons have. So the hospital won’t be as profitable with him.
Him or her.”
I have always had a problem with metaphors. I think in metaphors as if they’re my first language.
Sometimes I say unusual things, because I’m speaking metaphorically. And then I get weird looks and I have to translate what I meant. But it’s hard to find other words.
I always want to say, “Well, that metaphor really was what I meant. I don’t know how you say it in plain language.”
I sound like a foreigner. Continue reading
Since I’ve been in grad school, I haven’t had much time for blogging. Okay, I haven’t touched my blog.
But this quarter, I’m taking a class called Finding Your Voice. It’s about becoming a better speaker by being more authentic. Rather than writing blog posts, I’m sharing the speeches I give in class. Today in class, we were asked to give speeches about what we would change about the world and how we would deal with it. This is a transcript of my speech in response to that prompt.
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I’m going to show you two photos today.
This first one is an image of a single mom and her daughter. I share it because I want you to think for a moment about what associations come to mind when I say, “single mother.”
And I’ll tell you what comes to mind for me: Continue reading
I don’t have much time for a blog these days, in the throes of grad school. But this quarter, I’m taking a class called Finding Your Voice. It’s about becoming a better speaker by being more authentic. Today in class, we were asked to give speeches about what we value. We were asked, “What value is so important to you that you’d teach it to your own children?” This is a transcript of my speech in response to that prompt.
I help people…
…or at least that’s what I used to say before grad school, when someone would ask me what I did for a living.
I was a forensic accountant. And for years, my job was to investigate financial misdeeds. I followed money, and I quantified the financial impact of some terrible human behaviors.
As you might imagine, I accumulated some war stories from this work. One day, for instance, I sat at the table with a woman, her husband, and their attorneys, and we discussed how the husband had spent more than $2 million on hiring escorts over the course of the last 3 years of their marriage. And I will never forget the day when I sat down with an elderly couple and their son—a grown man, maybe 45 years old—who had embezzled more than $600 thousand from the company his parents had started.
In business school, we talk about accounting as if it’s all just debits and credits—boring, impersonal stuff. But for me, it’s much more personal. In my career, forensic accounting was a window into humanity. As a career, it galvanized my sense of what really matters in life. Continue reading
We took a walk to explore a nearby park. I say “park” because that’s what the city calls it, but it turned out to be more like a rain forest, right in the middle of a residential neighborhood. The trees form a lush canopy and many of them are covered in moss. A creek winds through the park and there are a few places where you have to walk through the water to follow the main trail.
I must have said, at least five times, how beautiful the place was. I said it would be nice to come back and run the trail sometime. I said all of that because I was trying to suppress a steady stream of terrifying thoughts. Continue reading
I have been watching Jim Carrey’s famous commencement address over and over again lately — at least once a day, and sometimes more, for the past week. Some days, it’s all I can do to stay calm, given everything else that’s going on right now. Continue reading
When I first met Josie, I asked if her name was short for “Josephine.” It reminded me of The Wallflowers’ song by the same name, which came out when I was in high school. I’d see Josie around and in my head, I’d hear the chorus:
You’re so good to me
And I know it ain’t easy Continue reading
“I could be Native American,” she said. “I mean, I like turquoise.”
It was Saturday morning and I was seated outside on the patio, at a small table in front of my favorite bagel shop, just down the road from my house. I had gone there to spend the morning writing in my journal, which was lying on the table in front of me, open to a blank page. I had just begun to spread low-fat cream cheese onto my lightly toasted onion bagel—that sweet, cherished indulgence I only allow myself on Saturday mornings after yoga—when I heard the voice of the woman next to me. I froze.
I must have heard that wrong, I thought.
I grabbed my felt-tip pen and began writing in my journal, shaking off whatever it was I thought I’d heard. She wouldn’t have said that out loud in public, I assured myself. Not in Arizona.
But the woman kept talking and I couldn’t tune her out. Journaling was going to be difficult. Continue reading
Should I do it? I should, shouldn’t I?
I really should. Frankly, everyone says I should. He said I should, and she said I should, and they never agree about anything. That should tell you everything.