"Do your boys know what poison ivy looks like?" An older man asked my husband on the father-son campout. My husband snapped a finger, got our boy's attention and pointed a few feet away from him. "See these plants? They have 3 leaves? Don't touch. They're poisonous." And just like that our two boys chose to enjoy axe throwing and (as my 8 year old said, "I peed on a tree and now my back hurts") moments. Rather than itching, scratching, and being downright miserable. You see, your email list is yours to keep. No one can take this away from you. You can hit delete. Or cherish and pray for those on your list. Because it's the ONLY thing that is NOT affected by algorithm changes. But we need to ask the hard question. (Just like our boys trusted their dad). This isn’t “what’s your biggest pain points” questions you asked in 2016. The questions I give my clients make the strangers on their lists turn into their biggest fans. (Just FYI: mostly it's your offer, copywriting, and positioning and not the product itself). They will know you’ve got their backs and will give them the best experience ever. With love, Micah Did a clever friend forward this? You're lucky to know them! Learn how a business grew their traffic 415% in one year. Hit that button below.
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Okay, first things first, if the thought "whaaaat?" just crossed your mind with the "A-A-RON" reference, then you NEED to look up a comedy sketch called "Substitute Teacher by Key & Peele". Full transparency, there is some language in it. I served a mission for my church in Mississippi. The people have some creative names and this video pokes fun at the creative spellings and pronunciations of names. 😆 So, the big question: how did Disney "mess up"? Well, if you think storytelling in your...
Rewind to Wednesday, 7:38PM. I thought the poor guy's hand was going to be blown off...or at least look like it went through a cheese grader. Youth night brought out the pyro-fire lovin' people in our group. And this young man was leading the way. He took a long bottle rocket, lit the fuse, and within a few seconds the thing started sparking in his hand and (thankfully) shot up and away. Between you and me, angels were watching over him. But I can't blame him for his contagious enthusiasm for...
Just so you know, Reader, my 3 year-old has the habit of sneaking into my bed at night. Usually I wake up with a chubby arm around my neck and a small puddle of drool by my cheek. Last night Flynn came to my side of the bed. (He still hasn't forgiven me for leaving him for girl's camp for a week. My momma heart breaks for him - the poor guy.) Last night he came in but with slurry words and half asleep questions. "I go with you mommy. And will you come with me?" I knew he was half asleep (I...