I’m a communicator – a storyteller, if you will – and for my entire career I was privileged to work with words and language. One of my greatest joys was helping others through particularly thorny issues and ensuring there was no misunderstanding between the giver and the receiver of a message. It should follow, therefore, that clear communication followed me home. Not so much. On the homefront, my family sometimes resembled that proverbial shoemaker’s family, whose children are poorly shod. There are many tales we still laugh about over the dinner table, but the forest fire story takes the cake.… Read more…