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Building Resilient Telecom Organizations Through Strong Executive Leadership
The telecommunications industry runs on constant connectivity, yet it operates under nonstop pressure. Network disruptions, regulatory shifts, cybersecurity threats, and rising customer expectations are no longer rare events. They are the baseline. In this environment, organizational resilience is not optional. It is a leadership requirement.
By Sukhi Jollyabout a month ago in Writers
Received 8 Top Stories (TS) So far!
Hi readers, I am Seema Patel. I write many platforms. In Medium, I have a large portfolio of work with close to 3,500 articles.
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Writers
I light a candle to St. Lucia (or Lucy), the Christian martyr from Syracuse, Sicily.. Top Story - December 2025.
St. Lucia (or Lucy) was a Christian martyr from Syracuse, Sicily, who died in 304 CE during the Diocletian persecution. Her name means “light”, and she became associated with vision, clarity, and illumination.
By Novel Allenabout a month ago in Writers
The Kiss of Rome
Marcus Tullius had always believed the Empire eternal. Marble gleamed beneath the sun, aqueducts sang with water, and senators spoke of Rome’s destiny as though Jupiter himself had carved it into stone. Yet beneath the Senate’s grandeur, Marcus carried a hunger that no feast could sate, a hunger for a kiss, for something human and fragile amid the Empire’s iron perfection.
By Diane Fosterabout a month ago in Writers
My Best Work
I’ve seen that others group their top stories/winning pieces into one post, and I have learned how to do that. Very proud of myself, so forgive the vanity post.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
For Those Times When You Have Trouble Writing
We learn writing by doing it. ― Natalie Goldberg I’m a bunch writer. I write a bunch, then I don’t write a bunch. There’s no in-between. Feast or famine.
By Jeff Bartonabout a month ago in Writers
This Is Me, Showing Up Anyway
Usually, my life doesn't appear dramatic to anyone from the outside. It just looks real, probably boring. No glorious victories, no dramatic moments in a movie, just cold tea, a cat sleeping on my lap, and a silent assessment of what my body will allow for in a given day. Love is part of all this, pain, lots of figuring out.
By Zoe Dixonabout a month ago in Writers
Built Upon Old Flames
Like snowflakes, fires, and desires None are alike They come and go Some are shaped like crystal diamonds Falling from the sky covering our paths
By Richardabout a month ago in Writers
How My English Teacher Bribed Us With 10 Marks
A few days ago, I was at school, and when it was time for the English lesson, our teacher said that our behavior and last exam's grades are COOKED. So, she told us that if we write a story that includes "I felt really scared and unsafe there". And of course I accepted the challenge because last year there was a HUGE competition on making a story and I won the first place.
By Loay Sharkawyabout a month ago in Writers
The Doorway I Can’t Enter
I have always believed words are tools before they are treasures. A hammer can be beautiful, sure, but only insofar as it drives the nail where it needs to go. This belief has served me well in prose. Give me a story, a memory, a grief, a love—I can build something solid from it. Beginning, middle, end. A door you can walk through.
By Luna Vaniabout a month ago in Writers
Back On Track On Vocal
Introduction I am happy I am back publishing new work on my main Vocal account, so the backup one can go into the freezer, but if you want to see what you missed, check here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Writers
How to Build AI Scoring Logic That Works Offline?
The rain in Seattle has a way of stretching time. It doesn’t fall loudly the way storms do in other cities. It drifts, it lingers, and it wraps around the window until the outside world feels half-drawn. That night, long after most people had left the office, the only light in the room came from my laptop and the reflection of streetlamps leaking through the glass. I had stayed late to watch the logs of our scoring engine in real time, letting each line scroll past like a confession.
By John Doeabout a month ago in Writers