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My name is Art Stump. I created this site as a community where we can talk about life’s ups and downs, journeys, challenges, hopes, and dreams. Hear stories from a life that’s probably like yours, see what I learned during a 30-year business career, and walk with me as we make new discoveries together. Grab your favorite drink, sit back, relax, and listen to . . . read ArtSpeaking.
Latest Blog Posts
19 Ways to Remember a Loved One Who Passed Away
You can mourn too long. And you can move on too soon. As the years pass by, you may struggle to know how to remember a loved one who passed away. You find a new relationship, or you fear that grief burdens your friends, or you feel old wounds reawaken. So, what do you do?…
Now Is When It Gets Hard
The casket—draped with the American Flag—rested on a bier above the open grave. My dad had served in the United States Air Force during the Korean War. Family and friends were milling about, drying tears, shaking hands, searching for kind, thoughtful words: “We’re praying for you. I’m sorry for your loss. That was a very…
A Redeeming Love Story
Our first time meeting face-to-face was over a FaceTime call. We were both nervous. We had texted—a lot. And we had talked on the phone—a lot. Now we were kicking it up to the next level. But wait … we’re jumping ahead … We lived in different states, many miles apart. Both of us were…
10 Actions That Define a Leader
I can be cynical. At times I doubt. I fear. So how can you trust me to teach you about leadership? Because I thrive on encouraging others to reach beyond themselves. My wheelhouse is creating an environment for growth and success. I have led teams that soared to heights higher than they would have dared…
She’s Not Coming Back
She has a ten percent chance of surviving. When you hear those words something within you shuts down. From somewhere deep inside—a place you’ve never been, never seen, never knew was there—something disappears. It’s like your computer crashing, then rebooting, but when the screen comes up all you see is that little spinning circle. No…
When Grief Turns to Guilt
“In a way aren’t you glad she’s gone?” The question surprised me so much I almost missed the statement that followed: “I don’t blame you if you are.” I didn’t answer. But as an investigator I had seen it many times. You ask a question. Seated opposite you, the person you asked looks up and…