Silence in the Man Cave, part three

I’ve now had the cold-from-heck, also known as the newsroom plague, for six days. With the bug firmly embedded in my throat, I drove to my doctor’s office.

“Do you have an appointment?” a slightly irritated receptionist says to me.

“No.“  I squeak while shaking my head and pointing at my throat.

Receptionist says, “Well, you should call first and ask when — “

Me: <shaking my head furiously now with a pretend phone in my hand> “Voice. NO. Phone TALK? Can’t!” Continue reading

Silence in the Man Cave, part two

I have officially reached the pity party stage since “Silence in the Man Cave, part one.”

Please understand, very little takes me down.

I once suffered shingles while on assignment in the Midwest. But after a trip to the emergency room and with antivirals in hand, I managed to get BACK on the road and was working the next day. Continue reading

Silence in the Man Cave

Silence in the Man Cave

I’ve been thinking a lot about the human voice as I’ve contracted a bug that’s left me — and I assure you this rarely happens — SPEECHLESS.

Actually I do have a LITTLE voice left, but I sound kind of like Yoda from inside a vacuum cleaner bag. That explains why the desk assistants at the CBS Network, where I’m employed, took a while to understand I was calling in sick: “Me … ILL … no work I can do. Voice broken, it is….”

It’s also a reminder that though I make a living talking to people, there is more than one way to convey a message or tell a story. Continue reading

Work-clothes vs. Man Cave clothes

Man Cave clothes (c) Heather Bosch Media“Why do you need so many clothes for work?” My youngest asked me. I’m not surprised he’s asking.  For most of my career as a TV and Radio Anchor/Reporter in the Pacific Northwest a tweed jacket, jeans and boots — with my hair neatly braided back — suited me just fine about 10-and-a-half months out of the year.

And if my work clothes tended to be business-casual, my at-home garb was completely laid-back; consisting of cotton or flannel pajamas and fuzzy socks. It was the uniform of choice for cooking, cleaning and rolling around on the floor with toddler and then grade-school-aged sons after my ‘day job’ at the news station. Continue reading

Man Cave to the rescue!

hotel food (c) Heather Bosch MediaWorking out of town one night, after a VERY long day, I popped into the pub adjacent to the hotel I was staying in for a quick bite to eat. That’s when a man in his late 30’s, early 40’s, losing his hair, but clearly gaining some weight, asked if he could sit at the bar next to me.

”Fine,” I say.

He talked, mostly. I ordered food (you’ll recall this had been a long work day). Funny how that gut instinct kicks-in quickly. I think to myself, hmmm. This guy is, well, someone I do NOT want to talk to. Anymore. Or every again. Continue reading

Adventures in food poisoning, or Pepto Bismol is your FRIEND

peptoI’m a tough cookie. I’ve been to post-tsunami south Asia. Covered dock-workers strikes at 3am. Terror attacks, shootings, floods? I’m there. Even illnesses can’t break me. Or so I thought…
Came down with shingles: Not contagious? I’m going to work!
Bad cold: taking Sudafed… and going to work!
And THEN… I got food poisoning. Continue reading

I don’t know much, but I know this

I am a Mom (in a Man Cave) and a woman of faith. So some brief thoughts on recent violence.

I don’t know much, but I know this:
A God who created the earth, the universe and all its beauty is not threatened by cartoons and other artistic works.
A God who taught the birds to sing and thousands of other creatures to communicate does not need to silence journalists.
A God who has – and will – outlive all nations does not need police and other government servants assassinated on his behalf.
A God who wants you to serve him would not want humanitarian aid workers slaughtered, because they are actually serving God.