The Paradox By Michael J. Herman I sit in quiet meditation drowning out the loud, bombastic, pounding, disruptive sounds of the environment. Still messages from voices yelling from near and far barely discernible. Flashes of light blind my eyes. …

BRAIN DAY # 50 By Michael J. Herman What if the lights went out and the darkness lasted so long that your young mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening to you? What of the power to move even an inch went away and you were stuck motionless, in the dark…

It’s Not The Mile, It’s The Smile ©2018 Michael J. Herman All Rights Reserved Life goes by and hardly a moment to stop and say hi. I breathe, I spit. I stand I sit and not a chance to really ever give a shit. Complications and obligations rush all around …

I am truly sorry I wasted the time reading this ignorant and hostile article. It is glaringly clear that the author has ZERO experience in MLM. Perhaps the writer was the victim of n unethical sales rep of some MLM, I would assume Herbalife since the rant was aimed at…

Are Our Schools Run By Fools? By Michael J. Herman In “Pressure Mounts to Reopen Schools” an article for #TheWallStreetJournal #DanielHenninger (Feb 3, 2021) discusses the problems with mass home schooling and opening schools for in-person attendance. Among the issues presented in the article, Henninger reports that enrollment in Los…

Are Our Schools Run By Fools? By Michael J. Herman In “Pressure Mounts to Reopen Schools” an article for #TheWallStreetJournal #DanielHenninger discusses the problems with mass home schooling and opening schools for in-person attendance. Among the issues presented in the article, Henninger reports that enrollment in Los Angeles schools has…

What’s it mean when the discontent of people explodes in a political coup? A national sense of despair exploded as protesters asserted their wills and bottled up angst. The question remains however, is Democracy stretching, bending, or breaking? Can Freedom of Expression as protected under the First Amendment include sedition…

Saving Santa

My Buddies and I were out for a night of fun. We’d all worked the kind of week that makes you ready for anything but looking at a computer screen, a spreadsheet print out, or the back of the head of the co-worker in the next cubical. …