Kurt

Here is the context I was given from the owner of a photography company… So, I shot a wedding last weekend and right when the ceremony was about to start, we discovered that the ring bearer was no where to be found! It got a bit frantic for a couple minutes but we ended up […]

Who here’s a betting person? Because Michigan’s weather is playing roulette with the thermostat—and my sanity. Imagine stepping out of your door, the February Michigan air kisses your face, and instead of the frigid hello from Old Man Winter, you get… summer? I kid you not, 71 finger-waving, sun-soaking degrees in February. I took a

Ever been on a date where the conversation was as flat as a pancake on a diner plate? You sit there, fake-smiling, nodding along while dreaming of your escape. Now, picture that pancake-like chatter invading your inbox—sales emails that could bore the stripes off a zebra. That’s how your customers feel when another ‘HOT DEAL’

Hey there small business owner… Here’s an email sent to Daisy Mae’s list (dog grooming)… We turned a missed appt into a story based email her entire list got a laugh out of… You can’t make this stuff up. Daisy Mae’s just witnessed scheduling gymnastics that would make a calendar weep. Picture this: our furry

I woke up this morning and said to my wife, It doesn’t feel any different… She stared blankly back at me. I said, Being a local celebrity… She just shook her head… My wife had to work yesterday, which meant it was my day to babysit (my wife HATES when I use the term babysit

There I am on the pickleball court, drenched in sweat, swinging at the air like a blindfolded kid chasing a piñata. It AIN’T pretty. I’m there, hustling back and forth, fully engaged—yet constantly missing that blasted ball. There I am—the least coordinated soul in a foursome of pickleball enthusiasts. Each miss, each stumble, a reminder

Another email sent to the dog grooming client’s list. This afternoon, my next-door neighbor Fred came in my front door. His forehead creased with concern and he inquired as to whether I’d received a package, meant for him, but delivered to me. He said he just watched Fedex leave and that he didn’t get anything

Here’s an email sent on behalf of a dog grooming client. Name changed for confidentiality. Like usual, I ask for any stories (mundane or exciting) that have happened to them recently. In this case, she’d recently been pulled over for doing 5mph over the speed limit. Whoosh! That was me, zooming down my local street