Author: Mandy Schreiber
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Next Time You’re in an Interview and They Ask About Your Greatest Quality, Tell Them it’s Your Insatiable Curiosity
A few years ago, I was part of an interview panel for a job opening on our team. At the end of the interview, we asked if the candidate had any questions for us. Usually, it’s specific to the work itself, like how many meetings do you attend, how often do you have to go… Read more
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Anything Can Be Beautiful If You Look Closely Enough
Little strip of plastic Caught in the wind Of cars racing by *** I see your beautiful dance *** Graceful and spritely Pirouetting between cars With joyful exuberance And a reckless abandon *** You may be just trash Trash with pizzazz Not trash to me *** I wish I had your joie de vivre Your… Read more
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Make Work Fun Again with These Unique Backgrounds!
It’s story time with Aunt Mandy! Gather ‘round the campfire, kids, and I’ll tell you a tale from my remote office days. Fact number one about me: I don’t do boring well. Fact number two about me: If I see an opportunity to express my creativity, I’ll take it. And boy did I take it.… Read more
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Growth Can Be Measured In Inches As Well As In Feet
Parenting is hard. Parenting kids that are neurodiverse or struggle with mental health is even harder. Parenting those quirky, emotional kids when you yourself are quirky and emotional? Exhausting. On one hand, I have a depth of empathy from understanding their struggles, having experienced similar ones myself. On the other, it’s like the blind leading… Read more
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Dear Diary: That Stupid Cold Was Mediocre At Best
Dear Diary, I AM VICTORIOUS! That stupid cold went through everyone else in the family, but NOT ME! I have prevailed! I have looked into the heart of sickly darkness and walked away unscathed. It tried to do its worst, which honestly, as far as colds go was totally mediocre at best. Oh sure, it… Read more
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When is the Last Time You Weeded Your Mind Garden?
My mind is a garden. My thoughts are its flowers. And its weeds. Thoughts are like seeds blown in the wind. They gently land on my mind’s topsoil. Some thoughts will rest there for a minute and then be carried away again, getting caught in the next gust of wind that blows through. Other thoughts… Read more
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My Cerebral Silly String Think it’s Party Time
Haiku Smorgasbord The random cacophony Inside of my brain *** Tangled ball of yarn Each thought a different color A beautiful mess *** Where will this thread lead? I cannot quite grasp the end It rolls out of reach *** Other thoughts fly by Bouncing red rubber dodgeballs Smack me in the face *** I… Read more
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Dear Diary: No One Went to School Today
Dear Diary, No one went to school today. I would question the voracity of their sickly claims, were it not for the obvious congestion and periodic coughing, but they are in way too good of humor and energy for my idea of staying home sick. The ‘80s kid in me needs them to be suffering… Read more
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Love the Amazing Body You Inhabit
I love my body. I love its lithe gracefulness. I love its sturdy strength. I love its every jot and tittle, every scar and blemish. I love the scar on my left index finger, where I sliced it with a brand-new knife. I can still see the faint stitch marks running perpendicular to the white… Read more
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Scrubs Are NOT One Size Fits All!
I wrote this poem back in my hospital days, for the OR manager at the time, who had been lamenting to me about her inability to find a comfortable pair of scrubs. Like the good, responsible employee that I am, I memorialized her complaints in rhyme. Did I mention I don’t do boring well? Ode… Read more