What do you do when you have to give critical feedback to someone, especially to people you know?
I have found myself noticing some important things that weren’t done well or properly on a couple of occasions recently. I have decided not to put the feedback and suggestions for change in an email because words on paper can have a harsher impact than one means, plus they can be forwarded out into the universe to who knows where, and they can be edited. (Cyber bullets can be fired dramatically fast and sourced from raw materials so I'd like not to give any unintended ammunition.)
I have gone over a checklist I use in communication workshops, paying particular attention to the advice to “think of whose needs the feedback will meet.” I’ve done a quick analysis to make sure that I do not merely need to vent as opposed to giving important feedback.

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I know how to deliver feedback in a courteous, thoughtful, and quiet matter. Still, I’ve learned that sometimes it is difficult for people to hear feedback from me. I see it when they roll their eyes or purse their lips and get annoyed:
“There goes Candelaria again, giving feedback,” I can hear them thinking.
People will get defensive, or feel like you’re saying you could do whatever better than them, or treat you like you’re a know-it-all. (For the record, I know a lot but I certainly don’t know it all. I am reminded each and every day of how little I know and how much more I need to know). People do not like you to fill in their blanks.
Still, because I’m always striving to be my best self and, therefore, appreciate getting feedback especially if it’s given privately and not when I’m smack in the middle of an event or something (unless a safety issue is involved, then, by all means, interrupt me, pull me to the side and tell me what I need to know).
I’m in a dilemma because the feedback is for organizations that I interact with a lot, one as a board member. One bit of feedback pertains to a potential safety issue, while the other is a question of professional standards.
For now, I’ve decided to swallow hard and hold-off giving the feedback to the organizations and people and just write it out here for one of the wise readers of this blog to give me advice.
I'd appreciate your feedback, please. Thank you.
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Do you know what good is? Is a thing good in and of itself or only in comparison to other things?
What does it mean when we say that something is good enough? Is it only that way until something better comes along?
I’ve had conversations where I’ve been asked or asked myself:
I’ve had many experiences where I thought what I was getting was good until I had another experience and got something really good and had my notions and standards elevated. (Does good even need a qualifying adjective before it?)
For example, I realized that I’d only been getting adequate hair care after I went to a hair salon that gave me good, make that exceptional care. (Epiphany Hair Studio in West Roxbury )
To them their service isn’t exceptional in and of itself; it’s just the way they do business. Having gone there, I now know what good hair care is and what a good hair salon experience is. My standards have been elevated.
In thinking about what a good school is, I realize that there are many people who don’t know what a good school is or what they should expect of good teachers. A school system can have many schools with varying populations, different teachers and different parents. It is for this reason that the whole standardized test discussion rankles me. Perhaps we should wait to have standardized tests when we have standardized schools, teachers and kids. In exam, private and other top schools, certain practices are a given because thiey are part of the standards for top schools (i.e., arts, sports, community engagement, etc.) Particular educational practices are followed because they work. So although what works is known, these standards and practices are not applied across the board. Go figure. Anyhow – I’ll get off this tangent and back to my original point.
The relationship question was asked of me in a series of parenting workshops I facilitated in South Bay Correctional Facility a couple of years ago. One of the participants said she didn’t know what a good relationship between a man and a woman was because she’d never seen one. Another participant said that a good relationship was one that lasted but, in the discussion that followed, the women agreed that this wasn’t so. Together we brainstormed what a good relationship would be.
Developing notions of what good looks like means being exposed or exposing yourself to a variety of experiences. Not all of these experiences have to be lived; they can also be witnessed, read about, viewed through movies and film, and gleaned from the experiences of others.
Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn. –C.S. Lewis
Experience is not always the best teacher, only the most painful. (Source unknown.)
What does good look like to you? Do you know good when you see it? Do you expect good from the world? Can good be multiplied, quantified or duplicated? Must good be experienced to be known?
Life is good and ending this post rather than going on and on and on is also good. You can thank me later.
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Hello, Boston, do you hear me?
Hello, Boston.
What's wrong with me? I said hello in Boston and expected a return greeting.

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I say hello and you say, well, despite the lyrics to the song by the Beatles,* you often times don’t say a word, Boston; except for yesterday. Yesterday was an exceptional day because on my walk up Ashmont Street to Ashmont Station, three, count them, three people spoke to me first.
This is noteworthy.
I vowed a few years back to act like the up-South, St. Louis-bred girl that I am and say hello to people as I pass them along the way, throughout my day.
I quickly had to vow that I would continue this practice even when people didn’t speak back to me. It is my decision to say hello, it’s on them whether they speak back or not.
I try not to get my feelings hurt when people don’t speak back. This is especially easy on days when I’m breezing along feeling sprightly. On other days, as I’m trudging along or just feel a need for a spark of human connection, it is hard. On still other days I’m feeling that all is right with the world and so joyful I feel compelled to greet people.
It’s hard to have a greeting ignored and avoided. Sometimes I want to shout, “YOU KNOW YOU HEARD ME! IS IT SO HARD TO SAY HELLO?”
Really, is it?
In terms of speaking, my observations are:
Teens and younger people speak back more than older people. (The teens are often surprised that they’ve been spoken to.
Men speak back more than women do.
Walkers, joggers and cyclists are more apt to speak, wave or nod than people merely ambulating some place. (There’s a camaraderie among those of us getting our “exercise on.”
Why do so many Bostonians, New Englanders not speak?
Is it the cold weather?
Is it the fact that there are so many of us in this crowded geography?
Is it that we’re often in a rush?
Or are we just some inconsiderate souls whose habit of not-greeting each other rubs off on non-natives once they life here? (Sorta like how, in order to survive as a driver in Boston, you have to adopt the dangerous driving habits/techniques of your brother and sister Bostonians.)
I don’t require a whole conversation with my greeting as is done down South. That would be too much to ask and, hey, I’m usually rushing or heading someplace with all deliberate speed myself and not interested in getting sidetracked.
But a hello, a return greeting, is that too much to ask?
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*From “Hello, Goodbye” by The Beatles (lyrics by Paul McCartney & John Lennon)
“You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello.”
I never did any of that sort of thing in previous relationships. Suddnly, I got the urge; that lovey-dovey feeling came over me on the 4th of July. My husband and I were heading up to Maine with our favorite cousins-couple and, as I was picking out what to wear, I realized I had a shirt that was the same color green as one I’d just brought back for him from a trip to visit our granddaughter.
He had selected an orange shirt to wear. So, I ironed both shirts (yes, I’m an ironer) and hoped he would notice my green top and pick the green shirt. He even asked me if I’d like him to wear the green shirt.
“That would be nice,” I grinned.
He gave me one of his “oh, puh-leeze” smirks.
I, ever optimist, just knew he was going to indulge me this tiny, little thing.
I finished dressing as he was heading to the shower. When he came downstairs, he had on the orange shirt. He said it was because he realized he’d have to change his shorts and they weren’t ironed.
It was really because he didn’t want to be all matchy-matchy, lovey-dovey, saccharine-sweet couple-y.
My feelings were hurt for a minute. I got over it – even though our cousins were dressed similarly in athletic wear. (A fact my husband noticed and mentioned.)
I’m here to tell you and him, that while I don’t know what made the desire to wear matching shirts come up in me; I do know that it will happen. It would be nice for us to be co-OR-dinated as the comedian John Witherspoon pronouces it in one of his famous routines.
(Private message: Darling, what you resist, persists. I am patient and persistent. The matching outfits will be happening.)
So, to all you couples out there – do you do couple-ly things? Holla.
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It all worked out. Woo-hoo.
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I am so blessed to be happy with small things because small things, it turns out, are my province. I have accepted this.
But some people (plural) – I won’t say who but you know who you are – some people wouldn’t recognize happy if she looked like Naomi Campbell and was walking toward you naked with open arms.
Note:
*Really anything you cook and share with people will be a hit. It’s the sharing that’s the point, right? But, there have been times when I agonized so over what to fix, the table setting, etc., that I whipped myself into a frenzy instead of just doing what I could do in the moment.
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Do you find yourself checking out the list of confirmed guests before you respond to an evite invitation?
Do you look at your telephone when it rings to see who’s calling? (Yes, there are those of us who don’t bother to set-up distinctive rings for our nearest and dearest).
Do you automatically click the maybe button on your evite responses so you can back out if something better comes along –I mean- something else comes up.
Have you felt perturbed when a live person answers a call when you were planning to just leave a message on their answering machine. (Leaving a message is not the same as actually delivering a message and engaging in dialogue with the recipient of said message.)
Admit it. You know you do.
Such is the ambivalence about electronic medi. While it makes processes and symptons efficient and helps us be organized, it also:
It is so last century to actually pick up a phone just because it rings - something we used to do back in the day. (I’m so 2010 you’re so 2000 and when?* I’ve been waiting to use this line for some time now.)
It’s so inefficient to just send an email, invite people to something and make a list of who’s coming, who’s not coming and who hasn’t replied. (To heck with them any way.) Non-repliers should be deleted from future invites.
Send a print invitation? Really? Unless it’s a wedding who bothers with those any more? (Except maybe for a few of us holdouts who have a collection of invites that we are trying to eventually use-up.)
This i-spy, snooping, deciding to respond based on who else will be at an event rather than one's availability or the importance of the event itself is impolite jive.
I’mon try to do better.
Ms. Jive Turkey

*My apologies to the Black-Eyed Peas for tweaking this lyric.
About Smories (from the website)
Smories are free original stories for kids, read by kids. 50 added every month.
“We got the idea for smories.com during an extremely long journey in a very dirty Land Rover from the Kalahari desert in Botswana to Cape Town in South Africa in February this year.
Our daughter (8) had the idea to film herself with our ipod reading Enid Blyton short stories, and then play them back to her younger sister (6). This kept them entertained for hours.
Our kids have always loved reading to each other and are transfixed when other children read them stories. They are also obsessed with the internet and will make their way to youtube any time they get their hands on a computer.
We thought a website that had a continuous flow of new stories, read aloud by kids, would make a healthier destination than so much of the stuff out there. Imagine you're stuck in traffic and need to keep a miniature person entertained in the back. Access a playlist of smories stories from your i-phone and voila...
Once we had the idea for a site that publishes stories for kids read by kids, we also thought it would be a great unthreatening forum for showcasing unpublished stories. This allows writers to test their work in a straightforward and transparent way, hopefully giving them exposure which they might otherwise not have received.
- Lisa Swerling & Ralph Lazar, March 2010
Go to the website to submit your own story. Who knows, you may be selected.