Lee Woodruff

SPEAKER – AUTHOR – MEDIA TRAINER

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Fearless to Shameless

“Leash your dog!”  The command bellowed across the golf course where a willowy man in a puff jacket brought a giant black beast of a dog to heel.  Disoriented, my head snapped up as our two little dogs ran excitedly forward.  The man struck a baronial pose in the distance.  His canine’s head was almost chest level. “Do you hear me?”  The frigid January  ...

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North Shore Mom with a Rocker’s Heart

Val Haller was always the cool kid on the block.  Literally.  With four young boys and a backyard ice rink, Val’s house was where kids and adults congregated, like a giant tailgate party.  Twenty years later, Val’s house is still the place to be, but for altogether different reasons.  I’ll get to that in a moment. Our family lived down the street and  ...

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A Lesson in Hitchhiking

Early summer morning, low clouds spitting rain. My girls are running late for work again. They’ve been lolly-gagging in the bathroom and we need to be on the road to the local market, where they’re getting their first taste of earning an honest wage. I wear my “annoyed face” as they scurry to the car, but secretly, I’m proud of them. They’ve been  ...

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Losing My Life

Long ago, I determined that if my house ever caught fire, the one thing I would grab would be my photo albums.  Everything else, I reasoned, was replaceable.  But life’s memories?  Impossible.  Tragic. Re-organizing the basement this summer, I opened a Tupperware container of mementos and immediately smelled danger.  Not smoke or fire, thank goodness,  ...

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The Death of Civility

It was the end of an “embrace the suck” kind of day. I blew a gasket at our house painter, who had worked my last nerve after four weeks, breaking a window, destroying part of the lawn and splattering more paint on the glass and deck than to the exterior of the house. I’d heard a million excuses, but not one “I’m sorry.” Riding the train into New York  ...

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