Feb 152017

girl giving feedbackAre you a good parent? How’s your writing coming along? Your physical fitness program?

Regardless of the area of inquiry, we all need feedback. We want to know that we’re doing well. We really want to say ‘yes.’  But has it ever occurred to you that the answer to that question depends, in large part, on who you ask.

The “smalls” often give an A+ grade to a parent who:

  • allows fast food for breakfast,
  • doesn’t enforce bedtime, and
  • provides unlimited screen time.

Elementary school kids might award highest honors to parents who:

  • believes them when they report they have “no homework.”
  • run interference with any teacher who corrects them,
  • and are certain the director of the school musicale plays “favorites.”

By middle school the stakes are higher; the “three i’s” come to mind:

  • i-phones
  • income and
  • independence (the later the curfew, the better, right?)

Silly?  Not really.  Far too many of us allow our definition of “good parenting” to come from our kids.  It’s not unlike grandparents who want to hand out gold stars — as long as they’re getting their own way about sharing holidays and visits with the in-laws!

I once took a course from Chicken Soup for the Soul co-founder Mark Victor Hansen. He often referred to “feedback” as “the breakfast of champions.” He and his team used a variety of methods for collecting input before launching books and other projects. They were looking for weaknesses that could be shored up before going public on a larger scale.

That makes a lot of sense  — as long as we can rely on the quality of the feedback we’re. Back when we were in school full time, most of us learned to examine sources. Whether working on a research topic or evaluating news reports, we were taught to take an analytical look at sources and ask questions.

  • What credentials (including relevant experience) does the writer have?
  • Does she have anything to gain from the report?
  • Who disagrees with what he is reporting and what motive might he/she have?
  • Are there other, independent authorities with similar information or points of view?

It probably wouldn’t hurt most of us to apply this line of questioning to other areas of our lives. (I cringe when people invite me to hang out with “like-minded people.” How will I grow?)

Am I a writer who accepts “it’s good” from family members and close friends instead of useful critique from other, more accomplished authors and editors? How extensive is my review process prior to submission?

Do I ask fitness advice from my fellow couch potatoes? Or am I willing to make myself uncomfortable by attending classes with people who actually look good in yoga pants?

Useful feedback doesn’t always feel good but it makes us better.

How does this work for you? Please share your tips in the comments.

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Jan 262017


Too many people think the inner critic is a liability but, when understood and appreciated, it can be turned into a powerful force for your well being… a guide for moving forward.


Did you know that when you purchase a paper copy of The Inner Critic Advantage: Making Peace With the Noise in Your Head from Amazon you can download a free copy for your Kindle app?

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Jan 172017

It was a beautiful north Florida day. Gentle sunshine. Puffy clouds. No humidity. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate? Besides, our little town never misses an opportunity to rejoice. Festivals. Events. And parades. Lots of parades. Along the parade route, we found a lightly shaded low brick wall — a perfect seat for those of us who rarely remember to carry chairs.

And then these people showed up.

couple holding MLK love sign

As they started to walk by my husband and I smiled and said “hello.” They did too. They set up their chairs beside us and we chatted a little. We talked about their involvement in Compassionate Fernandina.

A combination of “locals” and tourists continued to show up for the parade, some stopping to take their picture, others just saying “hi.” A visiting couple started to walk by and came back. He spoke with a thick accent.

“We need this. We need to be together. We are all too far apart.” He asked to take a picture. Then he spotted our new friend’s hat.

“Korea?” He nodded.

“Me too,” as he moved in for a hug.

For the next several minutes we talked about the island and their visit. Then talk turned to the Steelers. That’s right. Four of the six new friends chatting had lived in Pittsburgh.

“The Steelers won!” he said, beaming.

The parade had made the turn and was headed our way. The six of us moved to the curb to watch. Mr. Sang asked me why the town was hosting a parade and I told him it was in honor of Dr. King’s birthday.

“This is so great!” he said before jumping into the street to capture unobstructed photos of every single marcher.

We went our separate ways reassured that love really is the only force that matters.

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