The Dunning-Kruger Effect and an Apology to my Mother

Mom, please accept my apologies…

(pretty please, on my knees, with a cherry on top!)

I’d like to officially apologize to my mother for all those times I thought I knew everything, when, in fact, I knew almost nothing. Actually, I probably owe a few of you this same apology. It’s free for the taking. Now that I’m slowing down a bit in life and have the luxury of time for self-reflection, I’m realizing a lot about the stories I’ve been telling myself.

Now, I’d also like to explain how this “over-confidence” came to be–and I’d like to warn you that you might not know as much as you think you know either.  So take a deep breath before you keep reading. Realize that none of this really has anything to do with an over-inflated ego.

Watch this video: The Dunning-Kruger Effect

*Thanks, James, for nudging me in this direction!

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Show VS Tell and Other Lessons My Mother Attempted to Teach

My mother taught me lots of lessons–some lessons I learned, others I’m still learning. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my mother it’s that you’ve got what you’ve been given, so you’d better make it work. (Yes, Mother. I know—I hear you loud and clear, “I have never said that!” But, just like my characters, you have shown me this rather than telling me. I’ll get to that in a moment.)


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On Truth-Telling–in Writing and in Life

Truth-telling was passed down the family chain the moment I took my breath. I swear it must be part of my genetic code.

“Always tell the truth,” my mother told us even before we could speak. And so, I grew up telling the truth. It would be hard to find someone out there who does not think I am honest. I am often honest to a fault—volunteering information so it doesn’t eat at me from the inside.

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The apple doesn't fall far from the tree...

The Art of Letting Go

“Oh grow up!” my mother used to say. And so I did–but I did it my way. I never was very good at following the rules. (The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.) Neither are my babies…damn apples!

I wonder if she ever wishes she could take those words back? I know I often wish I could.Or that I could better learn the art of letting go.

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Rejection 101

I’ve been thinking of rejection a lot lately—and I’ve realized I’m pretty darn good at it! How did this happen? Was I always good at rejection? Is it something to be proud of? I did a bit of research.

Experts would agree that North Americans are more or less proficient when it comes to maintaining our physical health, but we rarely take care of our emotional health. We spend more time taking care of our minor ailments than we do our minds. Injuries like failure, rejection and loneliness can dramatically impact our lives if we don’t take care of them—but we tend to ignore psychological health or treat it with prescription drugs.

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Pottery: Slabs are my Thing

If you google “slab” you’ll find:

noun 1. a large, thick, flat piece of stone, concrete, or wood, typically rectangular.

“paving slabs”

verb 1. remove slabs from (a log or tree) to prepare it for sawing into planks.

Until April, in my mind, slabs were either a type of fencing used to corral pigs or large hunks of meat. I had no idea “slab” could be used as a verb, nor did I know I’d be using slabs to express my artistic abilities.

But alas… I slabbed my clay and used the slabs to create pottery. And I’m never looking back.

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