The autobiography of a speech coach
It is Sunday afternoon. My wife is away for a week at a poetry summit in California. No food in the fridge, dishes in the sink, bed unmade. Too much TV. My daughter is engrossed in the music scene of
It is Sunday afternoon. My wife is away for a week at a poetry summit in California. No food in the fridge, dishes in the sink, bed unmade. Too much TV. My daughter is engrossed in the music scene of
Gary Forman is a speech writer I work with. He was developing a stump speech for himself, and he came over to read it to me and get my feedback. It was fabulous, and so was he, although I did
I just witnessed several clients reading scripts. There was something very unsatisfying about the experience for me. They lacked life and expression. They didn’t appear to mean what they were saying. Yet scripts are often useful and necessary. So what